• Gary Hunter

One Wonderful Day to be Old - March 20, 2022

I never pick up the newspapers

barefooted with my robe on

this late in the morning

so today when I slow step

the cool driveway to grab them

it felt great to be unhurried


so good

to not chase time


wonderful

to have it watch me

from the front door


marvelous

for it to seem naggingly old

and me young and lazy


amazing that it might go

and bother someone else

and leave me to hoard the happiness

of the uncommitted hours

spread before me


like that twenty-dollar bill

I pull out crumpled

from the robe’s pocket

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