• Gary Hunter

Enlightenment with a Capital E - May 4, 2021

call me after you wake up

for the last time


say nothing till I arrive


I don’t want to miss those first word

choices or the paint stroke of your eyes

brushing a fresh world color


and you so utterly present

no longer rushing to stay in a moment

or slowing down to wait for one


this here-and-now heaven

you’ve found in the books

I still read


in the hope I still hide

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