Phases of Poetry - July 2, 2024

Gary Hunter
Jul 1, 2024
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mornings I write about the innocence

of the newly born

the sun on newly sprouted

leaves of hope

afternoons are for mature topics

midlife forks in the road

me pondering in the shade of

wishes that haven’t come true

nights arrive with eyes

between open and closed

the moon neither fully affectionate

nor wholly impassive

more like a friendly stranger

you can whisper a secret to

who leans in and nods

between swigs of beer

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