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  • Gary Hunter

One-Handed Poetry - June 15, 2022

for me

the sit down

is the take off

flaps lowered

landing gear up

the climb through

and above the clouded mind

leveling off

radar switched on

oooh there’s a bleep

an idea moves

on the screen’s edge

I drop into pursuit

turning the wheel

hitting the buttons

adjusting the dive

all with my non-coffee hand


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