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Issue 62
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Editor's Note
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POETRY
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FICTION
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ESSAY
Issue > Poetry
Like A Railway Station
somewhere, on the edge of landscape
abstracted by deep autumn mist,
a grey-ness in the troubled woods'
threatened ash and remnant elm
as from a local train or platform,
its blur is this slow reminder—
'depending on your nearness,
forgive me, to the grave,' he says.
But I have had that thought already
with the various aches and pains;
and carrying my own inside me,
look out across deserted tracks
past people waiting on connections
to where fields fade in distance.
A voice announces some delays
and the distance takes no notice,
not having that much time for time.