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  • Gary Hunter

Shaking Hands - July 9, 2020

I miss the hugs

our hands do

the ones that start

with palms touching

before fingers rally

and grip the backsides

what each injects

travels down the other’s arm

I never have to wait long

to see if it reaches

all the way to my heart


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