• Gary Hunter

Poetry without Reservation - Nov. 18, 2020

tonight could be the night

my tongue gets lucky

books a corner booth

nicely candled

and a window

with a view to

the starry borders

of a warm summer night

so far though

it’s dictating like

the same old meat

and frozen gossip

I’ve tasted lately

while I sit outside

this shuttered tavern

which used to be my heart

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