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This Morning, in this Very Quiet House - Feb. 3, 2023

  • Gary Hunter
  • Feb 3, 2023
  • 1 min read

the eyes in my mind could see both


ghosts floating in the past

and an illusion of tomorrow

drifting away in the future


a reminder to stick

to following things

a bit more solid

for when I do

catch them


warm sweet coffee

sheeting down my throat


my fingers combing

this sleeping dog


any love

that can love back

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