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I followed her through the back
Fields and the air was humming
With motes and white particles
Of cotton and spores and insects.
The high grass was burning as it
Caught the light and it dropped
Into shadow where I trampled it
And I could see patches of her
White dress as she skipped ahead.
But she was lost because it was
Getting dark out and the stars
Were prickling out like burrs.
I heard her yelp and fall down
And when I got there she was
Lying in a depression of the grass
Grown ragged all around and she
Was laughing and her dress was
White I could see the shape of.
I stood over her where she lay.
She stopped laughing and she
Pulled me down slowly to her.