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A New York Walk - Feb. 24, 2023

Gary Hunter

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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