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  • Gary Hunter

The Sanctum - Aug. 12, 2021

sometimes I walk by

and the door is wide open

other times it takes a routine

jiggling of the knob or knocking

on the cracks in the frame or

breathing heavily on the peep hole

to be let in even then there is

often no invitation into the

hallowed halls of creativity

if any poets out there

who have and are willing to share

their connection to the Doorkeeper

of that temple of great writing

I’d be willing to give you

anything but my soul

come to think of it

even that could be a worthy

deal for a beast of a good poem


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