• Gary Hunter

Secondhand Sunrise - Aug. 18, 2021

becomes a warm gray sky blanket

which leaks drops into the pool

where the pool crawler has halted

its bottom-feeding of debris

six unthreaded screws later I see

the issue a spool of white fibers

tightly binds both axles


tight as the fingers that grip this screwdriver

as these eyes squinting at the problem

as my lips before an irritated sigh


with tweezers piece by piece and

clump by clump the strands tear away

I snap and screw it back together

tossed in the water it bubbles

to the bottom and scampers away


I change my mind

this morning isn’t so bad

I freed one thing and look

the sun might loosen up

some other possibilities

I thought this day

would never have

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