• Gary Hunter

Hate Downpours, Love Rain - Nov. 1, 2021

but oh those sprinkles

the way they trampoline in the pool

finger tap me on the shoulder

thumb-squash my hair

with a splat and giggle


yes a cloud in negotiation

with the union of moisture

but I cheer the rebels

who ignore the strike

cross the picket lines

and jump


and for the clueless lizard

comes a stun grenade to the head

something trickles down his face

one quick lick and he’s

belly-flat legs spread


a bullseye for restless drops

a safehouse for wet fugitives

before the sun comes looking

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