BEFORE SHE GOES

she finally came,
down and away
from the city hustle,
to a suburban sound,
for a weekend stay,
with her duffle bag
to cut grass, and
a slower way,

her body
and soul beaten
by cement streets
and a city skyline,
she is here now to
touch the divine,

morning starts
with coffee sips
and then,
evening fire pits
under the stars,

just for her to witness
a breeze brush against
the trees would mean
the world to me,
I want her to hear the
grass grow before she
goes.