• Gary Hunter

For a Dear Friend - Nov. 6, 2022

she’s inside

battling guilt and shame

from the sister

who keeps sending


and won’t look up

or unlock the door

for love to enter

to help with the fight

all my friend and I

can do is tap hard

on the window

our soft weapons raised

aimed directly at her


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