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Walk low in case I forget <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Allison Grayhurst<\/strong> is a member of the League of Canadian Poets. She has over 390 poems published in international journals and anthologies. She has eleven published books of poetry and four collections, as well as six chapbooks. She lives in Toronto with her family. She also sculpts, working with clay; www.allisongrayhurst.com Walk Low Walk low in case I forget the roots of my deliverance. Walk low so my head knows it is human, and my heart touches daily the earth I will return to. Walk low in days of joy, in hours toil. Walk low when leaping over burning fields, into a relentless hunger. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7330","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7330","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7330"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7330\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7332,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7330\/revisions\/7332"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7330"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7330"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7330"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nWalk Low<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nthe roots of my deliverance.
\nWalk low so my head knows it is human,
\nand my heart touches daily the earth I will
\nreturn to.
\nWalk low in days of joy, in hours toil.
\nWalk low when leaping over burning fields,
\ninto a relentless hunger.
\nWalk low on the land and caf\u00e9 corners,
\nkindled by the sun’s yellow grain.
\nWalk low, remembering how I turned from
\nanother’s need, held a dead starling
\nwith eyes unable to weep, and thought
\nmyself good for getting through.
\nRed wagon on its side. Red dream filling my
\nmouth like fire. I love the water that you pour on
\nme, the water that you are.
\nWalk low for whatever in me
\nthat is true, was given by and belongs
\nto you.<\/p>\n
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