• Gary Hunter

Answers from Skeletons - Oct. 20, 2022

don’t know why

I poured half

my bottle of water

over the dying bush


with the whisper of a final wish

is a soldier bleeding out

or a shriveled old woman

struggling to form words?


maybe my compassion was captured

by an injustice my ear

is straining to hear


the liquid skips and slips

through the branches

hits the trunk

streams away to

puddle then sinks

into the sand


twelve inches from where

I might have gotten

an answer

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