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Hoplite Hut
John Repp
John Repp is a writer, collagist, and folk photographer living in Erie, Pennsylvania.
If I didn’t have to pace out the disinterred walls
of the hut the hoplites built to over-winter here,
I could sand the iron railings & rake acorns,
but that would mean another empire’s collapse.
Mayflies cloud translucently above the current.
Tautologies are permanent thunderheads.
Homo Ludens stands stone-faced before a window
painted shut in 1951. Or was it another holiday?
The telephone lines buzz & sway in the gale.
Yellow engines barrel through the middle of town.