Gary Hunter

Why I Like Poetry - March 19, 2022

it’s inner space travel

to unknown places

as well as the planets

we all know

so many trips I can’t count

to that straight-shot moon

I’ll chase a comet

surf its wake

or catch a shooting star

watch it burn in my hand

so many wormholes inside

that when the fuel’s low

it’s an easy ride back to my sofa

to sit down with reality

always an easy decompression

with the TV remote

nestled in one hand

a beer in the other

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