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  • Gary Hunter

The Spinster - Dec. 18, 2021

she’s an old mango tree

that’s never had children

never engaged or married

or attended wild parties

affairs or one-night stands

stayed at home while

girlfriends played the field


so I was surprised to watch

her wink at a sturdy sapling

the other day while sporting

a fresh leaf arrangement

under her eyes after dropping

a few around the waist

curious to see if her shadow

distends and that shuttered nursery

is unlocked and quickly readied

for those babies that will

fatten and bend her arms

all the way to the ground


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