top of page

Die how you Want - Jan. 15, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Jan 15, 2025
  • 1 min read

does a tree remember it’s once

lens-filling grandeur   that picture

showing every finger fully spread  

blocking out the blue sky

 

as it looks at its stooped posture

without all the vigorous branches

only the brittle few that remain

 

like an old man in overworn clothes

thinning hair and posing in

mid-stumble

 

a twisted sense of humor

keeps him going as he jokes

about one day cutting off the

sap spigot at sunset

 

and hopes no one

takes him seriously

if he happens to do it

 
 
 

Recent Posts

See All
The Eighth Notes - Feb. 19, 2026

I nod each finger in sequence down the digit line as fast as I can -   scale of C played on an air piano like I first learned on a real piano   there is ouch to my speed discomfort in the eighth notes

 
 
 
Ilia on Ice - Feb. 18, 2026

When Ilia’s steel blade first failed to bite the ice, he performed an unrehearsed butt rotation   and a teeth-sucking sound was heard whirling out chimneys, vents and open windows   after America’s sp

 
 
 
Dear Gabby- Feb. 17, 2026

Dear Gabby:   My one-hundred-year-old friend was feeling despondent and decided to brush his teeth with his left hand, ditto with the cup of morning coffee as he read the morning paper from back to fr

 
 
 

Comments


  • facebook

©2020 by Poetry Rock. Proudly created with Wix.com

bottom of page