(odd city parks
planted next to
our grubby lives,
no business there-
months blazed sun-long at Lendalfoot
You knew grasses there, blades
rooted down to your core.
Whispering alone in the corn where the breeze grazes.
(Country dirt, city dirt.)
Weaving trails, grass paths, you and the crickets.
black dress and white bib,
in her chair. Collie dog at her feet.
His tongue out, panting. The heat.
She was there forever.