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Horses - April 1, 2026

  • Gary Hunter
  • Apr 1
  • 1 min read

on the sidewalk we pass,

unknown degrees of caring,

a random junction of two lives,

the quick crossing of paths,

just one of many thousands

that won’t alter either of us

 

so it makes perfect sense to show

the dull look, useless grunt or

fake smile to every stranger 

 

today I said to a couple

who stopped to drink

 

ah, the horses need water too . . .

 

he whinnied, she bucked

 
 
 

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