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A Short Corrie Poem, Gravel Drive


Gravel Drive 

July 2020

A puppy runs down 

a gravel drive 

towards the house.


Birds chirp like 

Broadway singers 

singing 

different words

at one time.


Gravel moves 

under tires

when cars 

leave the drive.


I would give

up the spring 

to

bring you back

to the place

you left

behind.

Poem by Rebecca T. Dickinson. All work copyrighted by R.T. Dickinson

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