Gary Hunter

Ten years of Sundays - March 16, 2022

I can only assume

climbing

the same mountain

many times

is no different than

ten years of Sundays

walking the same park

trees rocks paths

familiar as a blind man’s

morning trip to the kitchen

everything the same

dreams waking up

cold reality on bare feet

the promise of fresh air

switched for the creep

of coffee’s aroma

eyes still looking

always looking

for anything new

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