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Desert Life - Sept. 15, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Sep 14, 2025
  • 1 min read

by August, we’re sick

of summer sweat

 

and mid-February, fed up 

with cold ears and fingers

 

the scarcity of perfect days means

we’re warm if not on the cusp of hot

 

or find our zippers somewhere

on the ladder of a lined jacket

 

we try to stay comfortable in the

micro-climates of relationships

 

unless you are one of the ones

who’s lucky in love

 

you’ve already found utopia

 
 
 

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