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Haints & The Night

A poetic treat for Halloween. A poem of midnight in the backwoods and the haints who call it home.

Yellow eyes blink, reappear

A single hoot

Wings expand and lift

Rush of air


Full moon shines

Above a forest

With hidden stills

And haints,

Long forgotten

Fences stand longer

Than the hands

Who cut and hammered,

Lived and left,

A memory

Croaking frogs

Carrying on so

The babble of water

Its tones


Menagerie of stars


In aged eyes

An old woman


Rocking chair creaks

Against wide boards

Back and forth

No one there

But a spirit

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