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Skip the Awe - Sept. 7, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Sep 6
  • 1 min read

this newly embedded tomato plant,

a 3-inch runt with skinny leaves,

one hundred days from now

will bend over with juicy fruit

 

Did you know a human baby,

seven weeks in the womb, is

the size of a cheerio, and

the monarch butterfly in your

backyard, with its powder wings

migrates three thousand miles?

 

bombarded by miracles,

we tend not to notice them

 

instead the mind likes to

skip the awe and wait

for something awful to happen

 
 
 

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