In the long grass

I stumble across you, in the long grass;

Half-static, beaming through the morning dew.

A quiet spot, where harsh grief slowly grew

A monument, off the well-worn daily path.

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I’m carried this way by the faint laugh

Of a stranger, that rings like yours would ring,

Or a memory that trickles in,

And leads me here, back to the uncut grass.

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I shook, in time, the gloomy, pious cold,

And left off my pulling at the gnarled dense

Gorse, and tore down the metal border fence,

To let nature’s plain reality take hold.

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Now the evening sunlight splashes on the scene,

And all the birds sing knowing, cosmic rhymes.

Though the elements soften those sharp lines,

In time, all melts into all else that’s seen.

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So, again, you will recede out of view,

When some bee stings me from this best-dreamt past,

I’ll carry on my way until, at last,

In the long grass, I’ll stop and see you.