On the last doorstep before green, I stand.
The mossy carpet rolls and ripples to the very jamb.
From away. Away.
These three have seen me, shepherded me,
sung me, into their house of home.
How long I have slept the sleep I do not know.
We awaken, four, in muslin robes.
Hands, sleeves, embraces long.
And now, the morning vista seen,
I swell with desire for the rolling green.
Our woman, our Queen
encircles my waist
and we float.
She laughs a hearty laugh, and lets go.
I have been touched, and I move through the airs with her.
I anticipate. I know…
every blade, every knoll, what comes next, what might be at the end.
Our muslins flapping, our hands entwined, we smile to each other.
Me and my Auntie Gravity.
YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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