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  • Gary Hunter

Fileting the Poet’s Catch - March 14, 2021

A few escape

A few are let go

A few are reeled in

and served on this plate here

Occasionally there are magnificent

radiant creatures that swim

right up to the boat

and leap in

That’s when I start to lose my appetite

for this business

of skinning and gutting

beauty and innocence

for no matter how well

a poem is cooked and seasoned

the life of each word is too quickly

devoured and forgotten


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