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Thin Ice of Time - Jan. 20, 2026

  • Gary Hunter
  • 4 hours ago
  • 1 min read

I’ll walk Gracie till

she can no longer walk,

be more vigilant

when she stumbles

near the edge of the pool

 

I’ll watch her sleep as

soundly as a pillow on a sofa,

moved a couple times of day

but otherwise

resting and fixed in place

 

what is there to do

with an old dog

when there are cracks

on the thin ice of time?

 

she moves along

perfectly unconcerned

 

while I alternate holding breathes

 
 
 

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