Open field
Green in its abundant sunshine
It absorbs the sound of
distance and chatter of a world
in motion
Slow flicker of clouds breaking
The summer sun
I nurse my trepidation
tell myself that nothing may
intrude on this perfect
piece of the world turning
It's greased wheel drives my heart
but I'm blind to all but her memory
Fifty years and still she shines
grey eyes
Open field abundance of green
I wait for my swan song