• Gary Hunter

For What it Is - Sept. 24, 2021

midweek morning dog walk

oddly choked with silence

everyone hunkered

in their rabbit holes

imagining rain pouring

through cracks in the sky

a tsunami of water

flooding their day

the post-shower saturation

the smell of choke-weed tea


one growling cloud in the distance

seems mean or maybe

just clearing its throat


that’s the desert for you

everyone and everything

is tough or at least

pretends to be

as they wait

wilt

burn

crack

and kneel


before Her Majesty

the Sovereign Lord Sun

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