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Regrets - Oct. 24, 2023

Gary Hunter

all that remorse

I left behind

in black nights

some still appear

in the gray

of dusk or dawn


but I’ll take

the life I have now


put me in a painting

its backdrop - a dark

forest path for the past

a brown wrinkled face

washed in golden sun

hazel eyes looking up

foot lifted mid-step


no I’m not that guy


I’m the bird he’s watching

missing some feathers

already airborne


that blur of blue

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