KevinEidyllic.jpg Kevin Eberhardt, poet picture by insightoutside
Kevin Eberhardt

Frost sighed

Walking home late one night
Took a shortcut thru the wood
Saw an old man sitting on a
Tree stump starin’ straight at
Me ‘til I got close enough & he
Turned away revealing a hole
Like a window in the side of
His head admitting me into
His myth of life as an ancient
Vision of the world of an old
Woman rockin’ in her chair
Forming words w/out meaning
& yet I understood & I noticed
I was crying & I noticed I was
Alone walking home late one
Night my breath collected
Forming galaxies of

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By northern Ohio poet Kevin Eberhardt, used with permission.

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as well as and
various issues of The City Poetry (

His work can also be found accompanying images by London photographer Richard Byerley

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