• Gary Hunter

The Poem after Sunset - April 21, 2022

poems written at dusk

usually contain

some goodbye

to light


a wish to hold on

to one day’s luster

among the thousands

that have passed


the dark ink remembering

a quiet beach walk

the dance of shadows

sitting under a tree

someone precious

crossing your mind


as the pen comes

to the end of the page

and words are squeezed

smaller and smaller


they cling to a moment

that finally runs

out of space

and time


and tumble into the night

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