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Looking through the Window - March 1, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Mar 1
  • 1 min read

more time now

inside the window

than outside it

 

more fanny-time on sofa

less bouncing in the sun

 

my turn to gaze out into the world

as every shape and color of cloud

twists through the blue sky

 

a big one just moved over

dimming the scenery

now it’s bright again

 

and so my life will go and

end in the forest of humanity

 

my falling won’t be missed

dying, the space that begs to be

filled, will be seamlessly occupied

 

I will pick out one star tonight

and watch it in wonder

 

no wish attached

 
 
 

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