Saturday, April 5, 2014

Fair-Weather Friends

For a moment
we knew each other - 
the way the wind
knows the grass
through a soft caress
on a hot summer day - 
just brief and affectionate,
a light whisper
of love
and promises to come. 

But the season has passed
as it does 
and the grass has withered and died,
much like the chance
we had
to be something more
than just a one-time bloom
last spring.

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