Breathing Love - Oct. 2, 2025

Gary Hunter
Oct 1
1 min read

I’m not a hundred years old

but I know someone who is

a cracking-smart brain

who teeters on a cane

maybe I could be that if my

eyes sparkled, too, still drove

a car and breathed mostly

gratitude and love

though at that point

I would hope

love was also breathing me

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