Bill Hunt Loading

A Sunday afternoon

Spare me the middle
Spare me the time spent muddling
The money managing
The taking the time to mind your manners

The panaceas, the planners
The mindless mindfullness
The painless leveraged loss and gain
The principled stance, the love that never took a chance

Heed the dull ache in your heart
Bleed, feel, cheat reason
Follow the fleeting feeling
Start anew

Folky fingerpickers
Dressed in union soldier hats and coats
Make me wish I had a good horse
Bow, arrows, and a steady aim.

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Bill Hunt