• Gary Hunter

Hidden Realms - Aug. 30, 2021

peace feels deeper in the morning

when the sun’s mission is to warm

bones and brighten hearts


ugly secrets and other confessions

awaken at night emboldened in

shadows that edge closer to the light


how consistently those cheerful beginnings

fade into the evening noise of windblown

reporters and noisier commercials before

a movie high-dives into the lake of my senses


still I sense things that creep along the lamp-glow


and know the difference between a stifled yawn

of tiredness and one running from the truth

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