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On the Seventh Day-April 21, 2021

  • Gary Hunter
  • Apr 20, 2021
  • 1 min read

cutting into Sunday’s silence

the song of a young lark strikes

ears still in bed with mouths

yet to start their motors

of needless words


the tall grass stretches

warms itself in

buttery light

safe for the moment

from those other kinds of engines

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