Every now and then, a poem hangs in my head. Trevian Hunter’s short, untitled poem from NDQ 89.1/2 is one of those poems.

I’ll just let the poem speak for itself. 

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The very moment he saw her

Time itself gridlocked
The center of his universe shifted
She was all that he could see
And her name was
Gravity.

 

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Trevian J. Hunter is an native from Port Arthur, Texas. Writing poetry, prose & essays that provides social commentary is the divine gift that was bestowed upon him ever since the age of 17. He aims to entertain his audience, educate, make you laugh and take you on an unforgettable journey.

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