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  • Gary Hunter

Rain, the more Rain - Jan. 31, 2023


but when the first

ray of sun breaks through

everything glistens

the first bird song

so cheerful and fresh

the earth’s fragrance

a tea of all it sweetest parts

air so crisp and pure

it burns in giant gulps

my attitude’s also showered

and now dries in the warmth

of a thick yellow light

and I will say this

nature sure has

a contagious smile


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