Poetry
by Phil Brown
The Hermit
Near my school
was a hill of red earth
where an old hermit lived.
We skirted it carefully
each afternoon
going to our homes.
He threw rocks
from a distance
and cursed us.
We laughed and went away singing.
The stones fell short at our backs,
and his curses
melted into tears.
by Phil Brown
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