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  • Gary Hunter

The Drag of Guilt - June 13, 2021

Haven’t we all been wrong

in moments and left them


And occasionally glance back

at what’s in their boat’s wake?

torn things left on ragged stumps

shoes dropped after quick escapes

bloody rocks the waves of time

never wash clean

Still who doesn’t steer hopeful

towards that light in the night?

I know I do

and hope those hidden anchors

I drag through the muck

won’t stop me from reaching

the next sandy shore


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