Grandma’s House

first of spring
memories of grandma’s house
overgrown

*

wrong turn
thirty kilometres
of silence

*

ahead
the ocean
pure of us

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4 responses to “Grandma’s House

  1. You made me wonder if I could find my grandmother’s house and whether or not it was still there.

    • gnunn

      it’s amazing how time blurs the edges of our maps… and of course the progressive building over of the once pristine land her place occupied.

  2. Vuong Pham

    Love the silence, and the continual imagination leaps on the first one. The last one- very pristine.

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