• Gary Hunter

Poetry for the Masses - July 5, 2020

while piloting my early work

into subtle regions of space

where the elite thinkers and

mystical heavyweights hung out

there was a ruckus outside

the gates of my writing lair

I heard voices saying

is it possible you could write about

our ordinary our everyday life

strip it down expose its insides

serve it like digestible hope

in a language we can follow

and then there was that

one child who yelled

yeah and bedtime poems

I can wear like wings

to fly in my dreams

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