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gust in the hollow
february breath
snatched
Gant Haverstick 2024
a sound of a distant hymn sails to me
and brushes my ears, weaving between a
rush of wind at my back and a splash of
stream at my feet.  it's late afternoon and
the sun is long, a sprawl of passionate
gold sheltering the ripples of grass.  i
don't know where the church is.  i can't see it
from here but maybe it is a small white
one with fresh paint shaded by a giant
oak that adorns the roof in red and brown
as the light of summer fades into fall.
Gant Haverstick 2024
rain bolts beat the hood.
your look.  sodium yellow.
this street runs downstream.
Gant Haverstick 2024
if emotions are music, then the mind
is the instrument we learn to play.  we
get better with practice, but every now
and then we hit a false note, and hope that
the audience has the heart to forgive.
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a moment.  wordless.
lake ripples.  pastel sunrise.
ashes drift.  goodbye.
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he woke up, put on his mask and costume,
and left for the halloween party.  it's
very big, you see.  everyone is there.
every single day.  no one misses it.
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empty bar.  silence.
hot sake.  frosted window.
snow in hokkaido.
Gant Haverstick 2024
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