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Every so often, my mind wanders back to the summer of my youth, where a specific memory awaits. 

Having completed my first year at University, I’ve come home. My younger brother John, fifteen, seems all grown up, so different. He’s gotten taller but it’s more than that. 

I'm surprised when he offers me a tour of his new ‘Boyz Only’ clubhouse. I almost wonder if he has missed me while I was away, likely not. The shell of a hand-me-down camper has been converted into a hangout. When I mention that he keeps it surprisingly neat, he snickers and reveals his stash of hidden girlie magazines, safe from the inevitable parental inspection. 

I am impressed, and at the same time, I can’t help but feel like I’ve entered a time bubble, a door, a transition. On one hand, it feels surreal; on the other hand, it’s simply an honour to just sit here as a guest.

I talk to John about what it was like to adapt to life in the big city. He talks to me about his recent exploits and his adventures with his friends. It isn’t long before we reminisce about the escapades we shared when we were younger. In our pauses, we’re somehow cognizant that we’re one step closer to adulthood, to what we might call freedom. 

In the past year, I haven’t thought much about home and our countryside fields. For me it’s more about what the future has to offer. But on this day, it’s tangible how John and I are setting out on different journeys. He is next in line to fly the coop and I'm sure he realizes it. As we spread our wings, it’s obvious that the gap will only grow.

This precise moment clings golden to me, ever so close to the surface of my heart.



                                            at the forest’s edge
                                            by the old baseball field
                                            youth within reach



AP: 1st place 2024

Submitted on September 1, 2025 for contest 2025 POETRY MARATHON MILE 13 sponsored by MARK TONEY  -  RANKED 1ST

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Date: 9/5/2025 8:19:00 AM
Dear Line, congratulations for your trophy win in Mark's contest with your exceptional and poignant introspection. Your prose thoughtfully captures the emotive moments and your haiku punctuates it perfectly. Such a great title too! Warmest wishes.. ~Susan
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Date: 9/5/2025 9:04:00 PM
Thank you very much, Susan ~ have a lovely weekend
Date: 9/4/2025 11:32:00 PM
You captured this moment perfectly. I've experienced it with my bro whose 18 months older, and in a different way with my sister, 7 years younger. Very bittersweet to read, meaning it is wonderful. You gathered these lines with your heart. Congratulations, Line!! Poetry hugs ... CayCay
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Date: 9/5/2025 9:04:00 PM
Thanks CayCay ~ most appreciated
Date: 9/4/2025 1:38:00 PM
Congrats on your nostalgia piece taking first place Line
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Date: 9/4/2025 4:11:00 PM
Thanks Tom, much appreciated ~
Date: 9/3/2025 8:51:00 PM
An awesome deep contemplation, recognising the inevitability of change, whilst holding on to a pang of regret of distance growing between hearts, in witness mode. Congratulations on your podium win, Line.
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Date: 9/4/2025 4:12:00 PM
Thank you very much, most appreciated ~
Date: 9/3/2025 4:11:00 PM
That's a nice, honest, touching recounting of a memory. Somehow, a scene just flashed into my head from A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, which I don't remember too well, maybe when the girl comes home and sees the boy having grown -who knows.
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Date: 9/3/2025 5:28:00 PM
Thanks for your much appreciated visit and comment, David ~
Date: 9/3/2025 12:46:00 PM
Line, I thoroughly enjoyed your sibling moment, “… a time bubble, a door, a transition.” A Fave poem for me. Congratulations on your first place win on Mile 13 of my 2025 Poetry Marathon Contest. Keep your running shoes on, because Mile 14 has already started.
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Date: 9/3/2025 5:29:00 PM
Thank you so much Mark ~ glad it resonated with you. Thanks for hosting this annual marathon of poetry ~
Date: 6/2/2024 10:07:00 PM
The ending of the prose part is excellent.
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Date: 9/15/2024 6:28:00 PM
Thank you so much ~ the haibun is a wonderful form.
Date: 3/27/2024 12:22:00 AM
‘Ever so close to the surface of my heart’ ….. love that. Great read. Well done.
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Date: 9/15/2024 6:28:00 PM
Thank you so much, Helen ~
Date: 3/19/2024 7:10:00 PM
Awesome Haibun, my favorite form
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Date: 9/15/2024 6:29:00 PM
Thank you so much ~ yes, the haibun is a superb form.
Date: 2/11/2024 10:07:00 AM
Wow this is fantastic. Did it get no win? I love it.
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Date: 9/15/2024 6:30:00 PM
Thanks, Andrea. I'm behind on keeping track ~
Date: 1/16/2024 9:01:00 AM
Hi Lin, I enjoyed this sentimental piece on your brother. Haven't seen your poems lately and hope you are doing well. Happy New Year 2024!
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Date: 1/26/2024 7:52:00 AM
Thanks, Nancy. I have been writing less unfortunately.
Date: 1/8/2024 1:06:00 PM
This poem paints a magical picture.
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Date: 1/26/2024 7:52:00 AM
Thank you so much, Hilda ~
Date: 12/22/2023 1:11:00 AM
Your haibun captures the realization of an end of an era and the poignant feelings and memories of such beautifully Line. The words remind me of a certain part from AE Housman's "Shropshire Lad": "Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows; What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, The happy highways where I went And cannot come again." Honestly, up there with the best Line Gauthier work I've read. It stirred my emotions. All the very best. Cheers - Gary
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Date: 1/8/2024 7:02:00 AM
Thanks for your lovely visit and comment, Gary. Most appreciated ~
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