The high grass
is here
still.
Whatever was tamped
down by her
fall
has since unfolded
and risen.
no bloodsmear
anywhere
swish swish
swish
it's almost
beautiful
this dry yellow
sea
quick sharp strike
burn thrill
run run:
hot liquid
ignites her heel
the heavy
numbing
spreading from
ankle to
eyes
and all for a flower.
Even now I
can't be sure
this is the
spot.
What a
difference
her one
step
made.
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