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My Empty Street - April 28, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Apr 28, 2025
  • 1 min read

old dogs find it easy

to walk my street

 

stiff and shuffling people too

 

cats cautiously cross

but only from ancient habits

through wide spaces

 

quiet and barren

like the empty parking lot

behind a closed racetrack

perfect for those long retired

from the daily sprint

 

we walk in wobbly loops

and crooked circles to ponder

how life has shrunk and slowed

while clocks spin faster

 

always grateful to end up

where we started - with a careful

duck between a break in the fence

and through the door of home

 

figuratively speaking of course

 
 
 

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