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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