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  • Gary Hunter

Listen to the News - Aug. 19, 2021

there are days when it feels like goodness

has been abandoned and

pushed into hopeless piles

and the sleeping snakes

inside everyone

rise to strike

when it’s past the time

for hearing hopeful script

or pre-printed inspiration

that feel like swallowed razors

slicing my heart before

their cut to my gut

Maybe it’s too late

and I’m already standing

in something like sewage

waiting for something

like a tidal wave

to sweep me away


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