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  • Gary Hunter

haiku - July 31, 2020

how the poppies bloom

where Indians once battled

shades of soft scarlet


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the breath knows not to wander lips to stay pressed eyes to put their feet up and when there are no grains of shifting sands in the mind my day rests inside me

a poet should never cage a moment never grab and hold but free it flush out what’s there in hiding and it’s OK to scavenge and rummage dig a little turn things over stomp a bit wear your thick-booted

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