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Became the Meal - Oct. 5, 2020

Gary Hunter

one afternoon

watching a spider

darn an extra small robe

for an especially reluctant

dinner guest

I thought

Wow

and this is only

one tiny movement

in the vast choreography

of life

suddenly

I stiffened up

and couldn’t move

and

became the meal

of my imagination

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