Autumn's a slow process, like rust. Cars abandoned last longer than their drivers. I feel "immortal" as nature decays.
Dad's father has died. My parents and I find the funeral home, and I go in first. As I approach his open casket, grandpa jumps out and dances a jig.
turn of the year
sunlight cuts deeper
into the trees
Dad's father has died. My parents and I find the funeral home, and I go in first. As I approach his open casket, grandpa jumps out and dances a jig.
turn of the year
sunlight cuts deeper
into the trees
by Richard Straw
Cary, North Carolina
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