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Squirrels, Beards and a New Life - Nov. 21, 2022

  • Gary Hunter
  • Nov 21, 2022
  • 1 min read

here in the desert

squirrels don’t swing from trees

they dig holes

and hide under rocks


just like I tried to do

as a young shy

self-critical

mirror-hating kid


when I was old enough

to grow a spotty beard

I discovered that mask

a convenient place to hide

a curly-haired corn field

excellent at cloaking the

movements of feeling


shamelessly wrinkled now

too big to crawl under boulders

and too tired and uncaring to try

I shave and run out

of the house each morning


engaging with everyone

I find most carry

a change purse of love

that holds a few coins


and what fun it is to stop

and swap ten cents

for two of their nickels


then walk away

always richer

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