• Gary Hunter

My Retirement - June 19, 2022

the seven days

have seven colors

that chase each other

in and out of clouds

skip with the sun

rumba through rain

fly with by the wind


my life runs

back and forth

along this old rainbow


luckily nighttime

has its own hue

and break from routine


when it’s dark and quiet

I don’t feel my age

and dreams are pitstops

even time must make


it sleeps at my feet

with one eye open

never tiring of the sight

of a full moon

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