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Donuts at 3 am - March 30, 2021

  • Gary Hunter
  • Mar 30, 2021
  • 1 min read

the squeal of rubber rips the silence

as a fast driver carves up the

invisible night with an extended

tortured note and skid marks


when it stops I close my eyes

wait for crickets to serenade

the darkness so my dream

can resume the chase


sprinting from another memory

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