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  • Gary Hunter

The Work of Breathing, The Breathing of Work April 4, 2023

I remember the big breath of Monday morning

the slow exhale of Friday afternoon

the mad scramble for them

In the days between


and how I would open wide

breathe freely on the weekend


oxygen for a tired mind

and suffocated cells


fresh air

for my bedridden soul

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