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License Plate, Alaska - Aug. 8, 2026

Gary Hunter
Aug 8
1 min read

July, they’re here for the heat,

a body bake, an oven wrap

 

their bones still bearing the chill

of winter, wanting to thaw

while the locals flee

the mid-day sun

 

these sledders, ice fisherman

snow scrappers, blizzard babies

are storing heat in the rivers

of marrow in their bodies

 

when one steps out of a car

I ask, how you like the weather?

 

It’s just like ours’ in Phoenix, but we

rented this car and came here to spend

the Fourth with my mom and dad

 

and I say

Oh, right. . . well . . . stay cool!

 
 
 

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