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I'd Hate to be a Newt - Feb. 9, 2025

Gary Hunter

or frog, snail or salamander

always wet and snot-slimed

dodging my beloved sun

 

water is their lover

 

I’m a lizard, blood runs cold

until the morning excites me

I skitter except in winter

 

I crave to be them

when my world is too much

and slip into the pool

 

and I bet they’ve thought

of a sunny rock if their

wet turns freezing cold

 

we can wink at each other’s lover

from time to time

nothing wrong with that

 

but everyone must toughen up

for when opposites bang together

they will also pull farther apart

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