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  • Gary Hunter

Too Old for This - May 10, 2022

“this” being

such a long list

this poem would be

a deadly bore

thinning out my bog’s

black taro plants

now that requires

a special mention

each 30-pound hack and heave

of roots and leaves slopped into

the green can till it’s filled twice

sneakers sucking in the muck

back bent further than it should

arms and legs splattered black

this yearly festival of curses

burns for a day or two

till it cools into an * on my

elongated directory of shouldn’ts

*pain in the freakin’ ass


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