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  • Gary Hunter

A New York Walk - Feb. 24, 2023

for years my husband

would pull away from me

heal and toe allergic to the ground

stuck in East River speed

with the tide of humanity

swept back and forth

but now I hear him as he walks

his words no longer trailing

for me to hurry and catch

in that city wind

no rivers out here

just streams that

go dry with the seasons

we meander in warm dust

both of us slower than

our discussions

help pull us along

and someday they’ll be

the only legs

that love has left us


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