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  • 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


with only a groan

to show for the effort

and an evening looming

much colder

than expected


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