Dan K.

Grandparents’ House

I remember dirt paths around the house.
Plants entangle and engulf anything within grasp.
Stringy green vines creeping around trees, filtering the sunlight.
I remember the pungent aroma of a cookout,
The bubbling and buzzing sound of a Jacuzzi.




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