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Whoever Buys My House - Aug. 9, 2026

Gary Hunter
Aug 9
1 min read

nine koi and goldfish will slowly fin

as you trim the lily pads, admire

their flowers, pull algae, fill the

fish feeder, backwash the filter

 

and gather the fallen - leaves

palm tree husks and other

wind-blown debris scattered

in the pool, pond, yard

 

be vigilant in the seasons-

summer’s ripening mangoes

winter’s limes and oranges

pomegranates in the fall

 

it would be best if you were

a person who likes to putter

 

but if you are a poet, perhaps

ignore some of those suggestions

 

there are more lyrics

slipping between the greenery

of an overgrown oasis

than a neat and tidy jungle

 

take it from me

 
 
 

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