• Gary Hunter

My Painting - Dec. 8, 2021

the end of each day

earns a color some hue-

grade of misery or happiness

that one emotional dip

of the brush at dusk

swipes across my life

an unchangeable depiction

an oil-based self-portrait

I’ll take to my grave

with some oddly colored

details they’ll probably

never get to ask me about


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