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To Gather, To Retreat

An ekphrastic poem by Bill Haxton

pulse echoes in the shadows between

the shouts of the lighted world

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things come, things go

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quiet, you can almost hear them

there where they fall inward

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the space between breathes

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in, out, then out and out and out

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Bob Haxton

To Gather, To Retreat, 2023

48 X 65

Mixed media on canvas

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On view May 6-July 9

The Delaplaine Art Center

Frederick, Maryland

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