• Gary Hunter

The Art of Brooming - Oct. 25, 2022

each morning

short arms in an old house coat sweep the walkway back and forth metronoming

flawlessly

towards the house she leans the broom by the front door click she’s gone as one acorn sprouts

from a crack in the sidewalk

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