grandfather

it smells like spring brewing up a storm he said
south winds and cloudy skies
maybe his eyes were that shade of blue once
before age and experience made them dull
on twenty minute car rides we bonded
our lives were opposite and perpendicular
the meeting point was those car rides
never again will i feel the past that way again

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