Gary Hunter

Burnt Toast - Jan. 13, 2022

Friday night’s perspective

so different than

Monday morning’s

one sparkles around a corner

one searches for any light

one celebrates what’s to come

the other laments what’s done

in this moment

the future and past melt

butter on blackened bread

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