cave poems are rare
with only one shot to carve
the perfect insight
- Gary Hunter
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See Allwith a mere glance leaves tell you how they feel I’d like to learn the finer points of body language something more than just the “Hi” of a person’s stem
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the birth colors of mesquite leaves or baby’s skin something with the tint of innocence in the scheme of emergence translucent spirit not a shade darker
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it rained late last night leaves cleaned green and dripping wet a dog shakes itself the pen’s side of life same struggle for survival poems find heroes the big black raven perches and picks at the tra
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