• Gary Hunter

It's a Rare Day - March 6, 2022

when I don’t put a feeling

under a microscope

roll the knob

back and forth

and hypothesize about

it’s place in my world


though these poems

never seem to fit in any

theoretical puzzle of mine

it’s still fun to record

their odd shapes

and sizes for others


just in case

one reminds someone else

of similar results

when they ran

the same experiment

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