aquamarine
so long ago I fell
for that swirling watery vortex inside
the salutation of tears
misting, fog pierced by
darting impish light.
across that trampled field
we danced on wheat chaff
tried to cry but oil spurted out
your hand so cold
talking in symphonies of
cicadas, leaping everywhere until
some hidden current dragged you into the swaying grass beyond
too tall for me to reach
out of
sight,
in its fury.
