prompt: "the last time I..."
When I lay there
on the grass as faceted
and refractive as an emerald,
as a dyed-green prism,
let my eyes wander between
patches of blue sky like cow hide
covered-over by white clouds,
and I turned my head to you -
couldn't it have been the same day
as any other day, and couldn't I have
one more afternoon in hot July
to reach my hand across the clover
and trail a finger down your arm?