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  • 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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