• Gary Hunter

Till thisafternoon - July 1, 2021

or tomorrow's full moon

next Tuesday or whenever death’s

frozen fingers carries me away

let me hold on to this

late life contentment


it clearly moves inside out

through the pass-through

of a heart comfortably open

vulnerable upbeat


I refill my glass

with each new moment

and drink myself silly

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