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  • Gary Hunter

Clouds and I - Sept. 1, 2022

no longer bully-blocking

my frozen rabbit hole

in the great Northeast

they now get daily invitations

from me to visit

have some coffee

hang around my entrance


the blackest and thickest

might even bring rain

when you’d hear

the desert sand sizzle

before the ground gulps

the ahhhh of trees drinking

my soul splashing barefoot


our mid-morning tea party

full of smiles

under a grumbling sky

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