Gravel crunching under my boots
I walk the familiar road in the warmth
of the long summer evening, in
its silence unbroken by the sound
of man or beast or machine.
All is silence, except for that sound
of gravel crunching under my feet,
on this familiar road leading
to so many yesterdays.
16.06.2023
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