Teluric
the house on the hill was left behind,
along with the dairy cows.
here in the valley the trees look more leafy
and the birds sing louder.
further south the stream widens
and the fish grow in size.
I hope the townspeople
buy my grandmother's cheeses.
on the way back I already know what I'll do,
I will take off my tight shoes
and I will run barefoot through the grass,
carrying in the pockets of old jeans
which will make grandma's smile shine.
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