Rising Sap


Upon all her days and nights,
She sat on that hill and all was good and whole,
The sun was warm as a kiss,
The grass,
Straight up and down golden.
Nothing could touch her
Or them.
In that moment.
In his arms.
The sun was good and right and their god.
She was so green,
It was a fooling perfect moment.
They embraced on a blanket;
It seemed like a forever thing,
Seemed that’s all.
From a distance the hills looked green and perfect,
But they never were.
All that is green is but a memory of her sapling days,
Still green before autumn.

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