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Grey Sparrow Journal

Issue 30, July 31, 2017
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Sledding

 

We keep on going till after dark, our

boots too big, hats unattractive, mittens

wet but still warm. I live on a hill I

can ride down. We drag our sleds to the top. 

No one wants the flying saucer which takes

you down slowly in spinning circles. The

plastic toboggans go faster than the

sleighs with runners. We think we know who our

mothers are, some of them unhappy. We

hear it in their voices, calling us home

from the night. We ignore their little shapes

on bright steps, one last run more important.

 

                                   -Sandra Kolankiewicz