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©2018 Barren Magazine. An Alt.Lit Introspective.

Juntura


by Andrew Jones

We’ve learned: the mind may turn to leaky vessel
with fealty and narrative tipping into emptiness.

So when we round the blind curve of Gold Creek
and the outline of the river birch makes no sense

against the backdrop of eastern Oregon, we call it
an omen, slow the car in the gravel and approach

its branches leafing out in shoes: sneakers, cleats,
boots, pointes—all with inked messages scrawled

on arches or insteps. We each remove a shoe,
print secrets for the other on the tongues. We knot

the dirtied laces to pair up the soles that have carried us
separately thus far, and offer them to high branches,

begging safe possession of our unsoiled hopes
before we ever have a chance to lose them.

Header photograph © Christopher Nielsen.

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