• Gary Hunter

Light-footed Tourist - June 22, 2022

my early history

was of quantity over quality

pictures without people

a diary lacking emotion

of things done and duties

movement and sounds

recorded without feeling

hte butterfly avoiding flowers

a fear of life’s nectar


I was the light-footed tourist


but now

you can’t take a selfie

without me muscling in

the front row pusher

a garfy smile

eyes

trying to dance

out of their sockets


a man slapped

hard on the ass

by life

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