In a moment
the grass was cool
I heard your heart beating
Just me and you and the moths
in the darkness
our thick hands held fast
in the lack of light
ill-defined movements released chlorophyll
clouded thoughts of the view on the hill
couldn’t see over the mountain
for the sunsets contained therein
wrong or right in the fading light
the glass separates
and dissipates
even in this
faded place
painted on nothingness.
Everything you’ve left alone
will find you in the trees, all things with wings and this,
this sphere as quiet as a ridge in an abandoned in another time
A hundred thousand leaves will cover it
and the majesty of memory will smudge the rings
of its edges, and like all things
you will come to rest…someday
because.
