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  • Gary Hunter

Overdue Harvest - June 8, 2021

someday my body

will be old fruit

wrinkled and clingy

like an overdue harvest

finally on the docket

a long night ahead

for my shadow too

stuck in one of the

dark places left by

a moon attracted

to an idea for

a short-paged mystery

. . . a hand moves slowly

searching through the leaves

and stops

inches from a brittle stem . . .


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