But apart from that...it was okay.

But apart from that...it was okay.

I can still feel

The gentle kiss of grass

Tickling my ankles

Finely tended

Short cut

No two blades the same

So many variations

Of green in a few square inches

I was Buddha

You a divine cat

We sat

A few feet apart

Bookends

Gazing into the future

Watching as life

Drifted by,

A river

Forever changing

Nothing ever stops

Even as time slows

It is an illusion

Of difference

A reflection

Of me

Caught in your eyes

Unrecognisable

You paint my

Faults as virtues

How can I ever be

The person you see

When you are no

Longer here

To remind me

Of the beauty

In simplicity

The magic

Of numbers

The essence of love

Incubated

In a fairy ring

Of Daisies