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  • Gary Hunter

It Kicked Again - Dec. 16, 2020

some poems mimic a pregnancy

like an unformed inspiration that has

nagged you with sleepless nights

as it fattens with hints

seeks the light of words

each has its own personality doesn’t it?

some come kicking and screaming

into this world with boisterous lyrics

and an imperative desperate to be heard

and others enter as quiet large-eyed children

smoothly versed in silence

I don’t think

I’ll need to wait long

to find out

just now I felt it

there it kicked again


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