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Gary Hunter

To All I Missed - Feb. 22, 2024

to all you poems

that floated by me

making faces   screamed

as they fell off my ears

or slipped from my greasy fingers

 

I’m sorry you guys

don’t give up on me

come back around

I’ll try harder

to find you

 

I know you think

your presence is obvious

as plain as a second

nose on my face

or a lit match under a finger

 

but to me

you’re the tiniest tug

in the corner of my eye

 

the dust mote that dances

a little different

from all the others

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