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After 89 - Aug. 31, 2024

Gary Hunter
Aug 31, 2024
1 min read

think about ninety

the once smooth dunes of your face

now exposed rock cut by tributaries

sweat tears and ruts of many journeys

the mind formerly a clear lake with

easy fishing for words and ideas

is today’s shrinking pond of huddling fish

unwilling to rise for most bait

legs and arms have begun to disinherit

joints your strongest hand struggles

to crack the cap of a water bottle

even a stiff wind might cause a stumble

I hope it’s true that love becomes softer

held more gently thanked every day

not for working bones or lips or muscles

but for filling the beats of the heart

ever slowing

ever more precious

so mysteriously counted

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