Imagining Two Teeth Pulled - April 3, 2025
- Gary Hunter
- Apr 3
- 1 min read
I enter the dark woods
on a sunny day
fall unconscious into one hole
climb out, then into another
out again, walk out the other side
cloudy till the sun sets, blood red
lay down, the moon fills the gap
between dreams and silence
awaken tired from the darkness
into a sunny day
I look in the mirror
that’s not my smile
I must still be dreaming
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