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June 08, 2026
More in Tasting Peace vi. Son: Listening
Why do old men hobble? A deer rustled along the shore Looking for a spot to drink Glancing at the boy, then inching through the leafless brush Atop a pine A bird shuffled and stayed just out of view. On top of the hill behind the house Where the road passes The sound of someone walking Fell through the early morning silence. The rhythm off Two steps shuffle Click. The familiar cadence of a beloved old man.
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