• Gary Hunter

No Trespassing - July 24, 2021

There’s one thing artificial intelligence

will never be able to do


Poetry


How can it? Poets know there is no

standing invitation no password or key card

that opens a door to the Fountain of Fresh Phrases

or unlocks the Chest of Mighty Metaphors

we enter there clueless lucky if we

stumble on a small root or rock

that lays us out face first

on newly shoveled dirt

exposing the glint

of a gold coin

half-buried


the first sign a poem

may be worth

investigating

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