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David Hunter Poem
Warm gold under my tiny bare feet,
Why should I keep my bounty discreet?
So please, look in this little green pail!
A gazillion sand dollars. Careful, they’re frail!
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David Hunter Poem
and so words not said
like rusty nails through my palms
glare crimson, ablaze
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feet dangle, rain boots
drip murky droplets black gold
a branch caves then snaps
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monarchs sail plashless
while her shards of deceit pierce
my aorta, ripe
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sea of white -- one white
behold the howls the screaming
of callous wind gusts
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tentative outreach
heartbeat ignites yearning love
her soft hand clasps mine
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David Hunter Poem
ridge obscure burnt slate
leap of faith a second wind
drop and plumes spread wide
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