In a Scattered Way - Sept. 22, 2025
- Gary Hunter
- Sep 21
- 1 min read
I awoke the other day
slow to put my pieces together
went outside to greet the morning
gold-rimmed sun and openhearted
air, sweet with smells only daybreak
can produce
a stranger’s simple “hello” and a
soft bliss washes over me,
godsent in a single word
and in my on and off
relationship with life,
we tumble into love
once again

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