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From Where We're Born
by Gavin Thagard
The wood spits sparks
as the bark
crumbles first into ashes
out the furnace—
the door open.
Dad's on the couch glued
to the news.
Not too sure he's worried
no hurry
to keep the embers trapped—
his attention sapped.
The room's near hot
they've loaded the bus
and the Guard's in Texas.
Dad turns
the door open
the fire burns;
no need to let wood rot.
Gavin Thagard is a writer out of Atlanta, GA, though he tries his hand at various arts. He is an underworked actor and director, currently developing his playwriting skills. He also writes both poetry and short fiction. He has published work in such places as Arden, Z Publishing House, and The Esthetic Apostle. In his free time, Gavin looks for ways to push literary quality back into mainstream American art. He hopes you will help. You can find him on Instagram @theoldearl.
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