With Change

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when gathering
for granddad’s funeral
no one’s vehicle tires turned into the yard similarly.
even gravel sounded different as folks drove in and chose a place to park.
the earth where his brown Ford pickup had been parked for nearly 70 years
– until Uncle drove it away –
had grass growing again,
but had for nearly fifteen years, I suppose.
I wonder if I’m the only one
who noticed. I never asked.

14 thoughts on “With Change”

  3. It wouldn’t surprise me if you were the only one to notice. You see things differently than most people, and we benefit when you share with us, the thoughts those sights inspire.

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  4. Writers see what usually goes unseen….when I read those lines on sound and grass, felt something light slowly descending within…. there’s so much more in this world than the usual materialistic running around!

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