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  • Gary Hunter

Writing on a Spring Morning - March 11, 2021

around the yard last night

the restless things of spring

step onto the page this morning

and wait inside the paper’s border

by ten corralled and harnessed

they’re ready to get to work

however this won’t finish as that poem

but pivot to gratitude

for the life in their loins

their prism-splitting colors

and the hope running wild

over all that glistening green


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