Tough Love - July 24, 2024

Gary Hunter
Jul 24, 2024
1 min read

sorry I wasn’t gentle

when I scooped you out of the pool

in a palm of water and threw you on the deck

you didn’t seem to mind though

too busy rolling the wet off before

your little feet squeegeed the rest from your body

while wings beat in rapid discontent

you flew a few inches then a foot

then like a slow bullet shot over the fence

no turn of the head no Thank you mister

no worries I think

little honey bee

that love is always free

the kind for second chances

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