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  • Gary Hunter

Poetry finds You - June 21, 2020

poetry does not live

in that place where

right and wrong

wait in alleys

nor does it hang around

for the rise and fall

of fate’s schedule

a poem can be found

among the homeless

or delivered by the wind or

shouts from a shy heart

perhaps tonight if I wake up

I will slip outside

being a big fan of

deepening the darkness

to summon the light


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