On Bed Lingering - Feb. 14, 2026

Gary Hunter
2 hours ago
1 min read

I wake up and ask my

Google Nest to kickstart

the day with news

which lately sounds like

the cruelest weather forecast

with tornadoes and typhoons

reaping death, destruction and rage

home and abroad

any word of a sunny outlook is as rare

as a blue moon or an eclipse of

two pieces of good news

when I reach a proper misery

I switch to music and instantly

the rain stops, winds calm

and I become as airborne

as these old wings will allow

and lift straight out of bed

so why do I do it

why get knocked down

then wait for a hand

to pull me up

or dare the knife’s edge

and escape with a Band-Aid

and a skip in my step

yes, why ?

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