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  • Gary Hunter

There are Things that Love the Sun More than Me - Dec. 1, 2023

there’s a passion in redwoods

from a dark beginning to that

immeasurable climb into brilliance

all of them together

with elbows and arms

reaching to touch it

while I a petunia with legs

run for the shadows

when I start to wilt

afraid of what

burning desire

might become


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lugging a mortar through the fog and naked trees winter in Ukraine


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