• Gary Hunter

Something's Missing - Sept. 9, 2022

from my poetic homeruns

over the heads of critics

to the fattest gold sun

on a winter day

in soul-baring friendships

falling into a net of love

to my perfect dream ending

and end-of-the-day perfection

something unsaid inexplicable

yet longed for is not here

I bet if I

was a mosquito or

any of a thousand

other creatures

I’d know


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