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  • Gary Hunter

Slaves to the Sun - Feb. 4, 2021

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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