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  • Gary Hunter

His private Mines - July 13, 2020

early one morning the resident roadrunner’s

honking joined a visiting goldfinch

working a well-practiced tune

one was performing accomplished octaves

while the other’s beak seemed to snap

and mangle the air

if you asked me who grabbed my attention

the most I’m not sure I could answer

except to say I think I’ve detected what

happens long before this moment

God drops a glistening nugget from

His private mines into every living thing


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