chartreuse blades
                                              swaying gently
    like the bodies of dancers

               on her palm          a gentle caress

                     as warm rain on the skin
so slight
so soft

                                             a riot of memory
            the downy hair
covering her skin
alive, again
                                            with anticipation

she surrenders
        allows the memories to
                float
                                                up

                     out of the grass