Show Ready - April 16, 2026

Gary Hunter
34 minutes ago
1 min read

I don’t live the way

my poems are laid out

off paper I struggle like everyone

to keep my head above the mud,

fall, crawl and cry out

when things don’t go my way

I extract myself when I lift

a prized poem

which I ‘ll clean before adding

a show ready polish

I refine my art before it’s staged

my life hides the scars

you’ll rarely see

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