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In April, Thinking of August - April 25, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Apr 24, 2025
  • 1 min read

when I pay homage

to the broad leaves

of tall trees

in a light breeze

 

it’s a drowsy scheme

to hope they stay

on a hot day

in a summer way

 

a lullaby of gratitude

 

to the made shade

no one would trade

whether fancy lunch

or cool car ride

 

for a long lay

in the hammock

that awaits

your stay

 
 
 

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