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Somtimes it's THAT good - March 9, 2021

  • Gary Hunter
  • Mar 9, 2021
  • 1 min read

a great poem begins when the reader

(OK me) elbows past the poet

and enters the story through a side door


as a muted observer I slowly edge

through the crowd bite my tongue

seeing several unusual twists hold a gasp

at one sterling plot turn nod my head

at the courage and colors of the characters


and when I can’t hold it together anymore

I break the cardinal rule of just breathing

and following patiently along


rise up on my tiptoes and start whooping it up

a few lines before the final syllable

runs the table on a standing ovation

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