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thenewgreen · 3466 days ago · link ·
I look down at my hands
The plastic handle
The tight focused spray
Removes the moss
From the drive Water everywhere
Watering my eyes
I am crying
Nobody can tell I remember the last
time we spent
together
We sang Edelweiss
and slow danced
While the trumpet played.
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?