July 16, 2019

• wild grass

  

   

  i breathe deeply    then close my eyes
  and you come into my room.
  on a summer day     wild grass has fingers of a song
  beneath your feet     are the days we had years ago

  no   please don't laugh at me.  i have had sacred moments
  let me have some   with you
  don't mumble    or crack a joke
  no no     that's only part of what   i need

  sunbathing on a green carpet  woven completely of light
  i thought you liked      the poet   in me
  rocks don't really understand    all the things i love
  only   those dust motes   in the light      are my kin

  love spreads in all directions    like a breeze
  that starts with you    yet also dreams beneath your breath
  and is forgotten   not far away   but beneath the surface
  or even very far away    walks into a room that yearns for you
  even though you have never entered it

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