• Gary Hunter

No Firestorm too Big - Nov. 27, 2020

love like certain trees

is an easy target

delicate bark soft limbs extending

from trunks of softer wood

and leaves of fingers stretched

to touch life as it passes

defenseless against the disease of apathy

effortless for words to wound

it is rage that burns it to the ground

after an epoch of cloudy days

or in the quick minute

of a thunderstorm

when cooled ashes accept

the downpour of tears

the enigma

that sears the ear

and quickens the heart

sprouts again

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