the grass path

isolation, longing as a lifestyle

(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.