Weeds - March 24, 2026

Gary Hunter
Mar 24
1 min read

how cautious and calculated I move,

guided by the cloudy windows

of my eyes, pulled by a suitcase

of flesh with two long legs

my wrinkles breed like rabbits

while the population of my hair

declines, like the upstate New

York town I was born in

my body and mind stumble

more than they ever have and

as an expert lifelong gardener,

I now tolerate weeds

who knows,

maybe age and acceptance

are becoming best friends

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