The Soft Hum Of Earth Under My Feet

Even through the concrete

The weed pushes up

Finding cracks to breathe

In.

We walk hand in hand

Four decades plus

Still hold hands.

Over ground that has seen

Both good and evil

Wagon ruts, horseless carriages,

Car/boats with fins so big

You could cook an egg on them

Sleek fast cars turbo charged.

Our dog Gracie loves the sidewalk

Our daughters dog Tuesday Afternoon does too

The five of us walk slowly

Giving the girls time for big sniffs

The soft hum of the earth

Under our feet.