In the evening light, the tall grass growing wild

The grass in the front-yard has grown tall;

I haven't mowed it -

why reduce life, when we

have just lost you? Among the grass,

flowers have come and gone,

like slow heart-beats scattering

their seeds. Death

will claim all of this,

yet before the void

there will be abundant life, uncontrolled.

21.06.2017