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The Skittish Ones - Sept. 28, 2024

  • Gary Hunter
  • Sep 28, 2024
  • 1 min read

ever wish your mind

could be as the clear as

the morning sky  no thoughts

or only those puffy white

ones floating through

 

that desire comes from

a dark cloud which appears

the shadow of something terrible

ready to rain and ruin  

as the kids run to their rooms

 

except it passes quickly

 

when it’s partly cloudy again

they come out one at a time

mingle in the hallway

then walk in a larger group

and head to the living room

 

they being our other kids

of course - our feelings

who move to the front door

and wait for us to tell them

when it’s safe

 

to run outside and play

 
 
 

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