Here is the Way by Allison Alisa Ice

Here is the Way

the firs hold the fallen leaves:
a comb, branched horns of the male
deer

or a broom, several
brooms flexed

against gravity, bending
toward the sky.

It rains.

The leaves collect, clumped
in the hearts of the forks,

edges draped
wherever— psalmbooks
know when to rust

know when, see
the wet pieces of God falling

into everything.

You can’t make this yours,
little christs.

We thin.

Slip.

Even the light
knows God is digging.

 

Allison Alisa Ice is a poet raised in the Arizona desert. She has a Bachelor of Arts in Journalism and Mass Communication (2007) and in English: Creative Writing (2015), both from Arizona State University. She's currently working on an MFA at the University of Massachusetts Amherst.

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