Gary Hunter

Reading a Voice - March 30, 2022

notice our serious tones

come in lower octaves

confessions emerging

in a guttural grovel

while playful ones

range much higher

a joke rockets out and up

and laughter spirals with it

one stays in gravity’s pull

one tries to break it

we say

I love you

with a voice low

and feet on the ground

then sprint to the

mountaintop and shout

something falsetto

to the heavens

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