NaPM April 7 2013

[justcloudy]

I didn't mean to go a different route from the other posts, but I guess I did. ;p not totally polished, but it'll do.


The field

(quick revision)

It was in April, some years ago
when we climbed into the meadow
of shoulder-high wildflowers.
I trembled, clutched your hand,
terrified of a snake ambush.
You laughed, secretly nervous.
Your cousin took the picture
that all of Facebook loved:
me, Ray Bans and white bandana
you, with that silly haircut
frolicking in yellow-green fields.

It’s April again. Since that year
we've stepped on many touchy toes.
Their venom caught us by surprise.
Others look and see beauty,
only we feel hazards lurking.
Here we are, still, together
smiling, as we were pictured.

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(original)

It was in April, some years ago
when we climbed into the meadow
of shoulder-high wildflowers.
I trembled, clutched your hand,
terrified of a snake ambush.
You laughed, secretly nervous.
Your cousin took the picture
that all of Facebook loved:
me, Ray Bans and white bandana
you, with that silly haircut
"frolicking" in yellow fields.
Since then, we've stepped on
some people’s fragile toes,
whose venom caught us by surprise.
Hand in hand we've gone down
a lovely, dangerous path,
and seen the eye level beauty,
and felt the danger below.
But we're still here, together
smiling, as we were pictured then.