- Gary Hunter
Today's Poem - Nov. 24, 2021
is carved
by the flashing knives
of a sunlit waterfall
slicing my awareness
into sleepy pieces
as I sit in the shade
eyes flutter
a head heavy slump
and I let go
as the darkness
gives one final tug
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