Flavors - Oct. 19, 2021
- Gary Hunter
- Oct 19, 2021
- 1 min read
I don’t have an obsession
with death or dying just
the poetry of those moments
when breath stirs the seconds
and spirit limbers for the leap
a life already boiled down
to a thick soup
needs no other spices
words to gathered family
are bowls of broth
drawn from a single cooling pot
it’s the last spoon-swallow
that lives on
as the closing stanza
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