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The Cracked Glass - Aug. 15, 2026

Gary Hunter
Aug 15
1 min read

it’s the 1940’s

on a bench in a park

his winter gloves

around your little shoulders

you, plump and bundled

under a newsboy cap,

he with his fedora,

fat tie and overcoat

 

no one is smiling

in this colorless picture

under cracked glass

 

but you know he smiled

often, and you did too

that you are sure of

that you remember

 

love hides a lot in photos

too shy to show the world

the truth of its existence

 

preferring, for some odd reason

to portray our lives

in black and white

 
 
 

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