Moving by Darrell Gray
There comes the time
moving its house,
the yard and cat
that can't come back.
The dark was big. The car
went through,
And what they thought
they thought they knew-
the yard, the house,
the car, the cat.
Goodbye, goodbye. It
seemed so real.
here's a sweet blog post about darrell gray & his poetry:
& here's a review of this anthology:
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