Tim Gavin Biography

It is the sound of the log splitting
and its echo
which marks my passage
into manhood. My father stands
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Venus’s been hovering west of the moon,
following Earth’s satellite like a dog
looking for a bone. Each night, I walk
through Bryn Mawr, climbing each steep hill
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Strike a match and light your sky
And stars will swirl like sparklers
Cart wheeling towards a black hole
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On a pier right above the Delaware & adjacent to a factory,
a man takes a lunch break,
legs kicking absent-mindedly as he ponders
the number of holes he needs to drill through
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And I sit here, hearing a muse snicker,
Informing me that I’ll never compose
A poem worth the time wasted on it.
I pace the floorboards and listen
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