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Hermitage Piece

The span of winter afternoons
spreads out between the hollow moon’s
two distant ends. It is a bear
gone far ahead. It is elsewhere.

 

by Amos J. Hunt


Original bio from the Fall 2008 edition:
Amos J. Hunt is pleased that he gets a contributor bio this time.

This poem first ran in the Fall 2008 edition of Grub Street Grackle. It appears here online for the first time.

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