• Gary Hunter

What to write Tonight - Oct. 4, 2020

head pillowed on the moon

I sleep-walk and knock

on the doors of stars

and scribble conversations

of what light does that

confounds the darkness

that odd relationship

of white and black

with content condensed

and lyrically executed

I shop every place in me

for the finale thread thoughts

sew a last line throw it out

new fabric new pattern

stitch again

a black hole tired of stealing?

the day that kissed the night?

a comet that lost its tail?

or like my life

maybe I’ll just leave it

a poem that refuses to end

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