Panhandle Funeral Ride
Tires spit gravel
pitting glass and steel
against bucking roads.
Weeds tumble
on yellow patches.
Cows swing around
tails to the wind
like weathervanes
showing change.
The new direction
squeezes hearts, while
eyes blink memories
boxed in the car.
— t. l. cummings
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TLC'S VIRTUAL EXPRESS: A Train of Poetry Visits this Station 
I can relate to this one, even if there’s no death involved.
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We were on our way to a funeral that day, and I wrote what I saw along the way (my hubby was driving). Thank you for taking the time to read and comment. Have a nice day!
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Thank you. You too 🙂
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Oh, so simple but exquisite! I loved how the raw feelings and emotions of the thought of a funeral made your senses so much more aware and attentive to what you were seeing and that you captured them so eloquently! Bravo!
Chuck
Sorry about the purpose of the ride!
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Thank you, Chuck, for reading and commenting on my poem!
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Loved this. It captures the funeral procession perfectly.
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Thank you for taking the time to read and comment. As my husband drove hours to the funeral, I wrote snippets of what I saw. On the way home, I turned them into poems. It was cathartic. Have a nice day!
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Wonderful image of the cows’ tails turning like weather vanes. I like hearing your back story of how this poem came into being. Thanks for visiting my blog and following.
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Thank you!
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Beautiful capture of thoughts while on the way to a funeral. Taking in surroundings along the way to soften the sadness. Thank you for following BrewNSpew.
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Thank you for following TLC’s Train of Thought. You have a beautiful blog and I hope to visit some of the spots you captured so well in photographs and descriptions.
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