Felipe Puts down his Blower - Sept. 11, 2025

Gary Hunter
Sep 11, 2025
1 min read

Sometimes I drive streets and

hand out my mangoes to those

with thankless jobs or none at all

Oh wow, Gracias!

It’s almost embarrassing when

they go overboard in gratitude

for nothing that will affect their lives

just a few seconds to swoon

inside a memory of happier days

when life dreamed

only sweet things

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