• Gary Hunter

Thank God for Fresh Angles - March 15, 2022

the way the sun strikes the world

no one sees the same thing

the same way everyday


every glance the next “click”

in a life of pictures

this album of moments

collected and kept

never farther than

the table next to your bed


always within reach

so when our eyes

start to fail

we can still open it


touch it and remember

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