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.
Copyright © Jo Riglar | Year Posted 2023
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