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The Greased Peak - Juy 26, 2023

Gary Hunter

my husband greets me

in the bathroom with a toothy

smile I feel great today!


Well it looks like the

bad bones of an old bird

must be on vacation


at the coffee machine

he complements the sunrise

and starts to whistle


as I go to retrieve the paper

which isn’t there again

3rd Sunday in a row


the weather changes in the kitchen

give me their number

he growls

words in rising octaves

accusatory venomous

the hangup with a curse


and there it is

the first slip

on the greased peak


nothing for happiness to hold

as it slides down

the slippery slope


and Joe returns

to the wakeup face

of every other morning

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