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Slaves to the Sun - Feb. 4, 2021

  • Gary Hunter
  • Feb 4, 2021
  • 1 min read

sunsets can be a scramble

for the day’s meaning

a bright flare streaking

above the jungle of your life


at the same moment

something subtly salmon

is someone else’s sunrise

on this ever-turning earth


yes at any time

somewhere on this spinning earth

there will be some glow from

the galaxies of endless need

shining on universes

of ceaseless want

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