Another Day - Oct. 4, 2024
- Gary Hunter
- Oct 3, 2024
- 1 min read
clean page
fresh morning
new sunshine
and the concrete saw
next door grinds away
billowing dust over my fence
two million years ago
if the cave next door
was doing a remodel
it meant the thud and scrape
of boulders rolling back and forth
with the wife barking
honey can you push it over there
wait . . . no . . . . try over there . . .
clean page
fresh morning
new sunshine
poem for another day

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