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  • Gary Hunter

Without a Union - Dec. 10, 2021

clouds don’t have a union here

the desert hires these billows of mist

as freelancers day workers and hourlies

used to hover for pictures or brief jobs

as shade for the occasional hiker

or to shroud some outdoor activity

mostly they hang around the western mountains

the San Jacinto’s waiting for work

once in a great while they are all

summoned to gather and squeeze

in tight sometimes joined by a

loud band and light show

raining is an exhausting gig

though it sometimes comes with

the free entertainment of a thunderstorm


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