Chris G. Vaillancourt

(April 5,1959 / Canada)

Alleluia! Alleluia!


In August the grass discovered it could grow all by itself.
It could stretch its green almost to the sky.
The grass-cutter was being removed, it was free!

He was not going to live in the house anymore.
No more shaving cream in the bathroom.
No more man smells to ruin the atmosphere.

The house was free. Alleluia! Alleluia!

He was packing his clothes, his books, his life.
He was wrapping his past into green garbage bags.
Packing his clothes into duffle bags and suitcases.

Even as he removed his presence from the house,
he was reminded of how insignificant he had become.
Words flew at him like fireflies in the dark.

The woman was free. Alleluia! Alleluia!

Tears were not an option, he had been trained otherwise.
Face stoic, set in firm stone of absolute determination.
The end was the end, or perhaps a beginning?

Slipping his bags into the car, starting the engine.
One last look at the house he had worked to have.
One last sigh as he hit the pedal and drove away.

The man was not coming back. Alleluia! Alleluia!

He wondered who would cut the grass now?

Submitted: Thursday, October 15, 2009
Edited: Monday, May 12, 2014

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  • Krishnakumar Chandrasekar Nair (5/6/2014 11:48:00 AM)

    The grass will grow, the doors remain shut
    And a once love warmed house grow cold
    And they no longer lived happily- ever- after tale
    Is now frequently told as relation ships fail......... (Report) Reply

  • Mark Nwagwu (11/14/2009 8:36:00 AM)

    flowing, cascading, like water rolling down a hill, into a pool, inviting us to splash and have fun. Oh, so good, Chris, the man smell was gone! and the woman free! (Report) Reply

  • bye bye... bye bye (10/20/2009 5:38:00 PM)

    This is marvellous! It spells LIBERTY all over... all these voluntary, self-chosen chains and duties. Hurray for the growing grass! Still...? (Report) Reply

  • Sandra Fowler (10/18/2009 4:18:00 AM)

    A very compelling story. The grass and the woman
    may be free, but the man is still very much a
    prisoner of his memories. I can hear his
    inner cry in every line of this excellent
    write.

    Kind wishes,

    Sandra (Report) Reply

  • Philip Winchester (10/17/2009 8:13:00 PM)

    She will find away...She Always Does....Interesting Prose, Good Story Line.
    Thanks for your kind comment to mine....I like stories to! +10/10
    Kind Regards
    Philip (Report) Reply

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