• Gary Hunter

Living is Enough - Sept. 11, 2020

the lone cloud floats mid-desert

a bat returns one moth from a full stomach

the skinny blind mouse escapes the rusty trap a parched lawn feels the first drops of rain

not one of them moans or cheers

the box score or follows a daily horoscope

none applaud or hail their luck

or mutter whew at sundown

most life does not spoil

the story of their existence

clinging to every word

of every page

being alive is enough


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