Time and the
Hermit
You never lose the clock
Oh, I left it
partly for mystery
but wanted time for real—
evening, autumn
Evening, autumn
But when the wind dies quick
says seven-thirty
and the light at four in winter
says four
when I say winter.
The Hermit’s Call
There’s always been
Someone
in these woods
Look for what
I am
You always have.
The Hermit's Parents
I left
them where
I wasn't
needed
to follow
a hat
by railroad tracks
an old man
in a stolen boat.
The Hermit's Son
The line ends
here
My broken hat
a sign.
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