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Grey Sparrow Journal

Issue 30, July 31, 2017
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On A Train Through The Carpathian Mountains

 

The trees

are all gold

as if sunlight

grows on their branches

 

rather than stays hidden behind cloud cover.

The train slows around a curve.

I think about my wife.

She wants something different

 

and I want

to do the work to keep her,

to stop rushing to fix every thing

to take the time, to listen for a change.

 

I called her at my 5am to catch her before she goes to sleep,

or tries to sleep,

she never seems

to sleep anymore.

 

She is

tired

and lost

and loves me

 

and I don’t know what to make

of these small words, what they mean

I should do, what’s going

to happen;

 

my throat

tightens like stone. The trees

are all gold,

they shine

 

as they leave their green behind,

they shake themselves into the wind

elegantly,

terrifyingly,

 

they make it

look easy,

they make it

look beautiful.

 

-Matt Mason