• Gary Hunter

Two Views - Sept. 13, 2021

how wonderful it must be

to have wings to rise

above the dirt floor of

existence and the traps

that gravity lays

overhead in the trees

on and under the ground

hidden in still bushes


down here where emotions are

ghosts that live in shadows

the friendly ones happy to

spin and dance in the light


where love dangles the

string of its balloon

poised to lift the holder

to a world warmed by sun


with a view of the

horizon

limitless

in every direction

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