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  • Gary Hunter

My Poetry - June 19, 2021

Now please

don’t read these words

like they are rocks

that need climbing

This one has no reasonable

perch to land on or

clear message to suitcase

and walk away with

Just sit there and pretend

there’s a piece of chocolate here

or a beverage for your time

or a candle to warm your hands

For me poetry is the door I open

for everyone to enter and laugh

at my baggy shorts and slouched

and shirtless writing position

Forget about the words and relax

grab a morning seat and don’t even wonder

how lyrics narrow the distance between us

it’s only apple strudel and Cuban coffee


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