shuttling back.

at night,
on tuesday,
when we had a couple of minutes to say
how it is that you--that i--
slipped the mind?
there were some creatures
giving light
on the grass that was wet
with natural sweat
that smelled just like
wet grass,
unsmoked and pure,
strong in its just-born life,
green though unseen.
since it was dark,
we walked that way--
not together, though
not apart--
i remembered to say goodbye,
and it ended there
on the young grass,
lit,
but still quite dark.