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by John Grey


He always feared tunnels.

And the Alps were pockmarked with

those horrible holes.

The locomotive barely had a chance

to bask in the Austrian sunshine

when it was dragged back

into the darkness.


The other passengers didn't seem to mind.

They read their books, their newspapers.

They ate their meals at leisurely pace

in the dining car.


He wasn't claustrophobic exactly.

But he hated that feeling

of the world being

suddenly snatched away.

And, if there was no world,

then what exactly was he living in.


Speeding through those mountains,

reality was lost.

Imagination took over.

But it was reluctant to rule.


Where am I?

What am I doing here?

The questions didn't dissipate

even in the light.

Or when they pulled into a station.


A sign said "You're In Eissenwart."

He stared at it for some time

but he still wasn't convinced.




John Grey is an Australian poet, U.S. resident. Recently published in New Plains Review, Stillwater Review and Big Muddy Review, with work upcoming in Louisiana Review, Columbia College Literary Review, and Spoon River Poetry Review.  

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