The Sound Of Sand And Gravel
it is the wheel of this caromata
that makes the grinding sound of
the sand and gravel spread on the
road that shall lead us all to home.
i miss that sound now that i have
this innova car well closed and
air conditioned with the sound
of the cd's rock music says that
i must forget you.
you're my home. and i cannot
just forget its warm pillow.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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