There in the grass

6 Oct

The damp ground

smelling of earth and leaves

wet blades of grass

sliding beneath her fingertips

She looks up and sees the blue sky

a halo of sun where he stands

There is fear

An unusual surge of trepidation

Helpless there beneath the sky

Trapped beneath his gaze

She cannot stop the tear

Or the tidal wave of familiarity

Oh there you are

She thinks

Finally

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