sneakers and sandals shuffle-step through shin-high grass,
sounds drowned out by the swishy crinkle of our windbreakers
brushing against one another at the waist
with our arms around each other loose and hands in back pockets.
four deer nip plants at the cusp of the field
and skitter away before we’re close enough
to really watch.
wispy clouds spiral slowly, masking Winter,
twirling hearts together and painting
all that May promises.
29 May 2002