sharp grasses

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At last

At last, he gets to hold her.

He holds her very tightly,

Squeezes her bones, and

squeezes again. Through the thin shirt,

her skin is warm, her pulse is strong.

 

They walk together on a low road

hidden at the base of chalk cliffs.

He presses her against the chalk.

Her hair catches on blades of grass:

Sharp grass that clings to the rock for survival.

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