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  • Gary Hunter

Gray Mornings - April 17, 2023

without the sun

I am a dry wick

waiting to be lit


finally there it is

the flame that pierces

the clouds


ignites my candle

it f l I c k e r s

dances


steadies


then


the


long

slow

b

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n

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