- Gary Hunter
Two Forecasts - June 9, 2021
on a morning walk
fingers are freezing
the sun is doing
such a poor job
head down I turn into
the wind leashes in hand
for me never any joy
in feeling cold
especially when it’s
coming from inside me
on a morning walk
fingers are freezing
the sun is doing
such a poor job
head down I turn into
the wind leashes in hand
for me never any joy
in feeling cold
especially when it’s
coming from inside me
up all night writing because I wanted some sparkling revelation to offer this morning but words failed and I have nothing to show but the sloppy stains of scribbles and cross-outs maybe I'll learn som
truth aches when an overread book is continually misunderstood or when a love that needs to shout is left to linger unspoken on lips
to this swirling existence we write about so why not dabble in the dialect and points of view? use solitary clouds and footprints fresh stains and old smells the embraces of snakes turn words upside d