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1st Degree Poems - July 10, 2023

  • Gary Hunter
  • Jul 10, 2023
  • 1 min read

some poets will wait

at dawn on the back porch

for the sun to blush

the beginning of day


some will pause cliffside to a canyon

at a waterfall in its crashing pool

or on a dark forest path

in the cool of midday


others like waiting on a cloudy night

for a peek-a-boo moon

then sit by a cozy fire

and drink the burn from a bottle


everyone has their perch or place

for scripting poetry ready for

the sound of a crushed leaf

watch the flushed thing take flight


and begin to write


although every once in awhile

something crashes into the poet

knocks them down

gashes or cuts


and then none of us

has any choice but to

thread their pens and

immediately start closing


those first-degree wounds

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