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Gray Light - April 19, 2022

Gary Hunter

mom’s fern

grows in the bright sunlight

of a white wicker basket


how it must miss

the fog and green friends

the gloom of the forest floor


as she bends her back

and crouches

to seek shade


and some afternoons

imagines gray light

on her face

through the window

of a castle of trees


but it’s usually

just a tired cloud

pulling into a rest stop

along the freeway

that never ends

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