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Thanks for the Therapy - Dec. 25, 2024

Gary Hunter
Dec 25, 2024
1 min read

asked myself this morning

What’s with this depression?


and myself tried to clarify the question

you mean that black cloud tethered

like a balloon above me or is it the

molasses clogging my happy portal

perhaps an infection lacking an antibiotic?

I have no idea


but the moment I finish speaking

something cracks

punches a hole in the dam

something begins to flow


and like rain breaking a drought

I’m one of the first creatures

bent over a new stream

drinking in wide-eyed wonder


 
 
 

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