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Life in August - Sept. 25, 2024

  • Gary Hunter
  • Sep 24, 2024
  • 1 min read

this time of year

I’m in a sealed aquarium

for my own safety  the zoo

is empty of visitors and each day

the sun crawls like a tortoise

with burned feet across the sky

 

everyone’s waiting for October

when we’re allowed outside

to romp and play

with our own uncaged species

 

for now  I nibble and drink

peer through windows

nap a lot and dream of the day

the door opens

 
 
 

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