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Nostalgic - Nov. 16, 2023

  • Gary Hunter
  • Nov 16, 2023
  • 1 min read

for that childhood creek

spilling out the neighbor’s pond

and hidden under the rocks -

crayfish and tadpoles

silver minnows


with big eyes

and little fingers I held

the twists and wiggles

and looked in their eyes


I remembered releasing them

exactly where they were found

and went back to visit

again and again


those secret little lives

touched a part of me

that was deeper

than the life

of a little

kid

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