{the poem}
blue grass on my mind
its a late august evening
my face is covered in dew
from the humid virginia air
sitting on a blanket
surrounded by the natural stage
music, friends, and summer
stimulate the senses
a moth flies by
its wings reflect silver in the light
people dance and sway
to the blue grass rhythm
its a late august evening
and i embrace this moment
*k 8/21/09
