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  • Gary Hunter

Became the Meal - Oct. 5, 2020

one afternoon

watching a spider

darn an extra small robe

for an especially reluctant

dinner guest

I thought


and this is only

one tiny movement

in the vast choreography

of life


I stiffened up

and couldn’t move


became the meal

of my imagination


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