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  • Gary Hunter

He's Moving and said I could Have It Feb. 17, 2022

his black goldfish that ebony sliver

that fins between the purple taro

like a shadow devouring light

or a shadow bridging shadows

or a dying star strolling

the dark sky

maybe tonight with a flashlight

my net will take that luck

he wished me and slide

that pitch-black comma

onto this poem


let it highlight

the dilemma we all face

the struggle with darkness

in a world searching

for illumination


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