• Gary Hunter

Life on the Ground - Jan. 20, 2022

so many leaves fall

no one sees

so many words said

no one hears


just red yellow and orange

caught and pressed

between moments into

scrapbooks of memory


the rest has always been

the supporting cast

a necessary hash of brown

on gray to highlight

rainbows and blue moons

the unfractured light of love

painful eclipses of the heart

things that lift eyes up

from life on the ground

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