Setting The Ghost Free Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

The emptiness between Hemingway's words is a
hollow sound that stays in your mind

The space creates distance as the Old Man wanted,
from the reader and the voyeur of pain

"Distance from the day he fought and struggled
to land that one great fish

"Distance from a soldier's final battle, calling out
from beyond his reach

"Distance from the arena where the horns got close,
with death again denied

"And distance from the many women he tried to
desperately love and failed"

Each city his refuge: Paris, Havana, and Ketchum,
but in no place were his memories home

And giving in to the distance, setting the ghost free
—his bell tolled one last time

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June,2016)