• Gary Hunter

Mother of Poets - Aug. 31, 2021

many eyes see her

as a bucket of light

thrown over everything


ears hear her from the

throat of a wooden flute

not shaped in this solar system


to the mind she’s the

quake that trembles

giddy with affection


to poets

she is the mother

of a lineage that stretches

as far back as when midnight twirled

around tales told in firelight when

someone would lift from the

cradle of their labor

a poem to read

leaving some eyes shiny

one of the special effects

only love renders

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