Green Grass

Late summer afternoon, family sprawled on the back lawn.

We harvested the corn today and as we sat there, each of us with an ear in our hands,

I smiled. You caught the smile and said, “You look so happy.”

“I’m remembering a happy moment with someone I dislike. It’s ironic. “

You smiled, and we shucked corn.

The heavy bowing heads of the sunflowers bobbed over us in the breeze

And the remains of the summer sun sat on our shoulders like a garment prepared to stay.

We worked together in silence after that, enjoying the late summer sun.

Our family, sitting in the dark green grass.

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