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  • Gary Hunter

What a Miracle - March 29, 2021

walking out my front door

I’m assaulted by the awful stink

of thousands of mango blossoms

but oh what a miracle

when they morph into handfuls

then armfuls of ambrosia

as if a hangover

could turn into heaven

that you hold in your hand

or when the promise is spring

and its keeping is summer

leaving winter to serve

the dream of hope for those

impatient to awaken


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