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  • Gary Hunter

The Diary - July 1, 2022

the poems of a poet

read like a diary encrypted

in shorthand, don’t you think?

word pictures sketched

of pain curiosity affection

fleeting truths

thoughts and feelings

gathered then twisted

and scattered in verse

unrhymed like life

two words trying to fit

undercut by life

some are frivolous

to cheer up our too serious

too hurt too lost selves

I like those of dusk

when the world

starts to settle

and the ones of evening

that depthless pool of silence

impossible to capture

when so many hearts

break the mood

for a midnight dip


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