Remembering the Long Grass

The long grass,hiding secrets,needles our bare thighs. In the distance, magisterial, stunning, see a skylark rise. The coax coax frog-sounds echo in the mist-cloud night Dare to touch one, grotesque, delicious chilling fright Our freedom. Freedom. Joy gone now in the pain-world. Our friend-love, once enfranchised, unfurled. A new life embraced us A black light ensnared us. Diagnosis, prognosis, progress non-linear. I called. They said, not now, maybe later. Later. They gave you the telephone. It was a chilled day and you were home. We talked, remembered the long grass, laughed. And that was just four days before you passed.