While we laid on a blanket
in the middle of a field of
Queen Anne's Lace

I knew you'd move on soon
in your ambitious style
and that this would be
just a fleeting moment
in your memory

I knew I would never ever
leave this spot
that this moment would be
indelible -

stroking your hair
watching the
yellow butterflies
flittering above

by Jeffrey Philip Clegg

Comments (1)

You know that this is one of my favorites by you. Good one, Dork!