In A Flash

Throughout the autumn of our ending,
we lay together in the meadow,
feasting only on berries and each other.

On the eve of the last full moon, 
he pointed to a hole in the sky, 
said it was his heart.

When I looked again, he was gone,
and the hole closed with a flash of
purple and blue, colors woven
into the bodice of my grass stained dress.

Pris Campbell

Art: Evening Enchantment by Chagall
Music: Willows by Enya

Accepted for publication in Lotus Bloom Journal
April 2003

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