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Slamming Days are Over - July 29, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Jul 28
  • 1 min read

I love to fling things shut, the

doors on microwaves, cars, closets,

screens and the front and back ones

of my house

 

the idea is to achieve that beautiful

soft click or gentle bump when it

stops, heard as I walk away

 

and since I hate coming up short

and going back to finish the job,

it’s led to some earsplitting slamming

 

and repair work that I and they,

already within the fragile stages of

aging, never wanted or asked for

 

so I’ve begun closing everything gently,

not even pulling the handle

on the back door shut when I leave

 

but turn the knob, step through,

pull it behind me, then release

the latch into its worn space

 

kind of like holding the door open

for an old door, giving them time

for a smile and quick greeting

 

before the click of a goodbye

 
 
 

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