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I Wish All of You - March 3, 2022

  • Gary Hunter
  • Mar 4, 2022
  • 1 min read

could stand at my kitchen window

see the sun’s yellow rays knife

though the naked mesquite tree

bend around the mango blossoms

feel them strike your face

while your hands rinse

the last lunch dish


the sidewalk in front bathed in the joy of a giant February smile


our hatred of winter is trapped I sense in the coldest places

of ourselves

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