• Gary Hunter

One Cold Evening - March 17, 2022

splitting logs

with a dull axe

I’m reminded of

one moment I tried

to tell the truth


my teeth unable

to sever the words

from my tongue

I pulled out

mid-sentence

with only a groan

to show for the effort


and an evening looming

much colder

than expected

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