summer fields
we ran that afternoon
across Bayshore lanes
into green blooming fields,
beyond all those
quickly passing eyes,
helping each other
down a graveled bank
that edged tall grasses
topped in yellow mustard &
skimmed by meadowlarks,
that scolded, yet never told
as far as we knew--
although they saw well enough.
we ran that afternoon
across Bayshore lanes
into green blooming fields,
beyond all those
quickly passing eyes,
helping each other
down a graveled bank
that edged tall grasses
topped in yellow mustard &
skimmed by meadowlarks,
that scolded, yet never told
as far as we knew--
although they saw well enough.
