a beautiful disgrace in time
s.a. griffin
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(for Pris Campbell)
Jane Russell's hay stacked image
the charred remains
of the neighborhood
church
leaning against the
methodical onslaught
of the decades
childhood's end
memories captured
in nets of tendril thought &
wide eyed wonder
without exception
everything succumbs
to the gravity
of time
like rust to harvest
the hardest of metals
collapse into the earth
yet, as some sweet salvation
there are always those
precious few moments
that will rise as facet beacon
to help us turn the corner
somewhere beyond & here again
that very first kiss
exploding inside your heart
your head falling
with hummingbird logic
chest first
rooted in the garden
of the eyes
the gift of sin
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