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Call It Superstitious - Nov. 11, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Nov 11, 2025
  • 1 min read

before one of us leaves the house

to boomerang around this glass and metal

world, the husband and I press lips

 

something to chaperone the other

till they return with a bounce

through the back door

 

for us, a kiss carries the affection of

goodbye and a cloak of protection

to arrive home safely

 

call it superstitious but fate can

deliver the cruelest surprises

 

at least our way

the last thing one leaves with the other,

is a damp impression of love

 
 
 

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