As I lie
In this open field, I decide
I decide that there is nothing better
Than the smell of wet grass on a Spring morning
And I call on the peace label
Which is filed in the back corner of my mind
And hang it on the edge of the moment
Clinging to the feeling
Praying it might last
Knowing that
As gently as it came
It will pass with the wind
It is only for now
And that is enough
~Spring 1994
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