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  • Gary Hunter

Gramma’s Eyes - Jan. 13, 2023

rain on the pond

sure looks like a happy reunion


each drop that hits the water

rebounds with a sparkling leap


so many excited to be back

and welcomed after a long journey


to where no one knows

and why – none seem to care


so much like Gramma’s eyes

when she’d open her front door


they’d first turn moist

and their reservoirs would fill


before joy would start jumping

out of

the invisible downpour


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