The Grass Path
(a story in 4 Senryus)
Dew gently pools on
the rich green Bermuda blades
of suburban lawns.
Walking across grass
soaks your shoes like a splashing
child in a puddle.
Your passage diagrammed,
by wet, green tracks that trace your
path like virgin snow.
Proof you were here, real,
a charming gift watched through chaste
glass - that made me cry.
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