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A Warm and Muggy, Mid-August Walk - Aug. 16, 2026

Gary Hunter
Aug 16
1 min read

with leaden legs I lug

the fat and heavier meat

of my body

 

shirtless with flip-flops

and shorts, I’m as light

as I can possibly be

 

even to lift my eyes above

a sidewalk dusted with sand

and pebbles takes effort

 

every step says it can’t wait

to collapse its package

onto the sofa

 

this might not be the weather

but related to my lighter associates

still asleep

 

or at least I hope that’s the case

 

if joy or optimism had left and taken

all their friends on vacation

they would have told me,

 

right?

 
 
 

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