• Gary Hunter

After the Rain - Feb. 14, 2021


I need a poem

to soak all my

other poems

a river-flooding rain

to overrun the dry course

of dead feelings

and parched lyrics

dying in the dust

all it takes is a thunderous one

to sweep away the debris

and leave little bubbling

pools that hatch words

that swim right into

my fingers


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