• Gary Hunter

Love can be a Monsoon or this - Sept. 17, 2020

something

has cut off my affections

for another day and kept

even one full drop of caring

from falling onto your arid circle

well maybe I saw a single drip

splat you in the eye but

you had no idea where it came from

and it didn’t seem to help anyway

you put your head down

and kept crawling I assume

also hoping I’d fix the problem

before it was too late

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