• Gary Hunter

Author Intrusion - Nov. 11, 2022

not another poem today

about the moon or stars

the sunrise

or butterflies

silence or birds singing


I beg to myself


there’s an unsprouted seed

in the corner of the garden

I’ve never written about


alive in its own world

hoping to live in mine


if I give it water

it’s author intrusion

so I must wait for

what cloud’s deliver


I do spit at it

from time to time

and if I ever hit

the bullseye well


I might have to change

the first few lines


then make a lyrical confession

in another poem

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