A Drop in Time - March 3, 2025

Gary Hunter
Mar 3
1 min read

Why in February

do we pine for March

or on a working Thursday

look for Friday’s legs

to take us to Saturday

or even in this parched place

after just fifteen minutes of rain

we whine for a sliver of sun?

it’s an impatience for comfort

we enjoy small fixes

of superficial joy

and thinking back

to that Monday in February

during that long dark drizzly day

I’d like to meet the person

that stuck out a tongue

and swallowed a drop

that tasted like a life

that needed nothing

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