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  • Gary Hunter

Hardest to Write - March 9, 2023

a poem about perfect love

Is not that easy to write

one I shudder to do

when linking heavenly adjectives

to brilliantly sunny nouns

that cuts out the storm clouds

and wind any lightening

that would split that luscious

space into trembling halves

perhaps it’s better to leave

those unwritten let them follow

the sun or stick to the moon

keep going round and round

and pass above the landscape

the rest of us trudge

on our way to somewhere

just over the next mountain

which becomes the next

and the next

and the next


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