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  • Gary Hunter

Poems Don't have Legs - Dec. 8, 2022

. . . and aren’t you glad

I think to myself


so many written

and left behind

abandoned

or poorly finished


for various reasons

I dismissed them

rough-sanded and limping

or torn apart left immobile


sometimes when I go

back and visit

I’ll see one wheel-chaired

staring from across the street

and think about crossing

to say hello


and if I did

what would happen

if I pulled out my pen

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