Hiraeth

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I have collected this

pile of sticks

on the grass

cannot bear to look

at the house

on the other side

of the treeline

wait—musky scent

of a deer passes

behind me

time to stack

more twigs, wait

for dusk

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Robert Beveridge (he/him) makes noise and writes poetry in Akron, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in Mawth, The Stray Branch, and Counterclock, among others.

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