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  • Gary Hunter

Morning on Fire - Nov. 11, 2021

today the sun erupted at dawn

molten orange tongue

in a sneer of bloodred clouds

she spits her guts

at a fading night

burns holes in the

retreating gray

reminds me

of what trembles

on the other side

of my life


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