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  • Gary Hunter

My Horse called Saturday - April 12, 2022

starts the morning

leans over the rail

and whinnies at

the large space

a wide-open field

of possibilities

while the click

of a stopwatch

at the end of the day

shows I never got far

from where I began

head down

browsing on sparse grass

just outside

the open gate


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