Montana bluegrass

By: Sarah Durrand

Dream of me like tall,

overgrown grass,

subtle and attuned to the

breeze around me.

I’ll dream of you like a

westbound train pouring over its tracks,

loud and complex and beautiful and

gone.

I’ll bend a little deeper with the windin your wake.

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Sarah Durrand resides in San Diego, CA. Their work has been published in Sad Girls Club Literary Review, Maya’s Micros, and In Parentheses. In their spare time, they enjoy reading, rollerblading, and talking about the birds that visit their bird feeder. Email them at sgdurrand@gmail.com.