Transparent Words - Poetry

 
 
Grow on Me
By Kevin Allen

 

go ahead,
grow,
take a chance on me
when you find yourself being dragged
into confessing the stones you did not - #
- throw from the quarry
into the yards of priests,
because I saw you.
I did it.
those stones were unpolished projectiles
that made heavy my right hand
as I coiled my torso—
 
you turned your back
 
—and I uncoiled like a twisted antique toy,
slung those quarry stones
over the fence
as I guessed
at how far away they would land
before you were caught.
 

 

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