- Gary Hunter
Sometimes I wish - July 1, 2020
I wouldn’t keep insisting life pose
while I sketch one more portrait
with my words
that I could someday
throw away my pen
and tag along
not stop and fiddle with her posture
or hair for another picture for posterity
but like chopping and splitting
a modest pile of wood who wants to
be the one to report they’ve run out
logs to throw on the fire
on the bitterest of winter nights