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Panhandle Funeral Ride

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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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  1. I can relate to this one, even if there’s no death involved.

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    September 28, 2017
    • 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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      September 28, 2017
  2. 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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    September 28, 2017
  3. Loved this. It captures the funeral procession perfectly.

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    October 2, 2017
    • 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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      October 2, 2017

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