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  • Gary Hunter

Winter's Wind - Jan. 8, 2024

the frogs of December

are tucked in cold mud


January’s crickets

shiver under rocks


and not one mockingbird

seems in the mood


winter’s night wind

must sing alone


a sound as lonely

as a single sigh at a funeral


a hundred

on some nights


ten thousand on others


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