A Hunch

Little hunches

Stir in bunches

Wishes from

A well of punches

Hunches grab

They grow and swell

Up the wall

Into your well

Then suddenly

They become clear

Reality to you

But you must steer

Away from it

For it will spec-

you-late away

all truths and traits

Your wishes

Let them wash you

dear,

don’t doubt your truth

let that be clear.

Hostess Renee at No Water River will have the roundup!