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Better Lyrics, Better Poem - Nov. 12, 2026

Gary Hunter

8 minutes ago

1 min read

like a boxcar filled with product,

I’m part of a train sweeping quickly

along the straight line of Ramon Road

on my way to poetry class

before switching from the mainline,

speeding down a sidetrack

and uncoupling at the

Cathedral City Library

but on the journey home

I take the longer, slower way

Dinah Shore which becomes Mesquite

which enters Demuth Park

less speed creates time

to gaze at flower-filled yards,

soccer fields of deep green,

a golf course, a desert preserve

the perfect time for fresh lyrics

to start a new poem

which makes me think

if I had a horse, I bet I could

finish the whole thing

by the time I reached the barn

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