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Grey Sparrow Journal

Issue 29, January 31, 2017
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Crossing the T

 

 

 

I tumble down the hill

like water in a creek bed.

Left and right...

 

Finding my way home

through the city blocks

like river rocks.

Finally.

There it is.

At the bottom of the street.

 

Sometimes, the sun blinds

as it bounces off.

Or the steam rises at

twenty below zero.

Sometimes it’s gunmetal gray.

Or brown and green.

Even a turquoise ad for a

vacation in Jamaica.

There are whitecaps with wind

from the east.

 

A thousand foot laker

just might inch past

the end of the street

Like someone

crossing a giant T.

 

     -Eric Chandler