Gary Hunter

A Life of their Own - June 17, 2020

I’ve made love to many pages

strange and beautiful love-making

over and over producing many children

poems are my kids and like

any parent watching them leave

home is as joyous and difficult

as when they came into this world

sometimes one concubine weeps

for all those long gone and

will not lay still for me

the odd and offbeat were

always her favorites

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