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  • Gary Hunter

Flavors - Oct. 19, 2021

I don’t have an obsession

with death or dying just

the poetry of those moments

when breath stirs the seconds

and spirit limbers for the leap

a life already boiled down

to a thick soup

needs no other spices

words to gathered family

are bowls of broth

drawn from a single cooling pot

it’s the last spoon-swallow

that lives on

as the closing stanza


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