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  • Gary Hunter

The Butterfly Effect - February 16, 2021

a shrieking wind punches trees

slaps them of their leaves

liberates sticks and twigs

from a frustrated past

into an airborne attack


so she folds her wings tightly

and with closed eyes

prays

that every angry spear

will miss her powdered heart

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