Ghosts In The Grass
It was the middle of a hot July night
The moon was full and…oh…so bright
He shook me awake and said to be quiet...
told me come to the window to see a sight
''Look there to the right of that big tree
Look…can you tell...can you see”
I looked...straining my eyes...
unconsciously giving a sigh
At first I saw nothing
Nothing...save grass waist high
”Watch" he said…"just under that limb"
and I did watch…just to please him
Then...to the racing of my heart...
I swear I saw the tall grasses part
and...as though being walked on...
flatten down towards us…on their own
Staring now...I wondered
Had the ghosts…still in his mind
invisible…but to him (and now me)...
taken a few steps forward in time?
© Faye Sizemore 5/6/04
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