• Gary Hunter

Treasure Hunt - May 6, 2021

dip a pen into the well of yourself

you never know what hitches a ride

on the underside of a feeling and turns the

simple plan of a plot into a desert chase through

bleak valleys up mountains to forks and bends

that uncover jungle doors caves secret waterfalls

with many ideas in the party dying along the way

or those that just give up and head back home


with luck comes a find of treasure and to those who have come with you perhaps a smile or fist pump the long whistle of an impressive sigh


poetry is the business of unreliable guides

spotty tips and frequent dead-ends and from my

experience the opening of far too many empty chests buried deep in the sand

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