Gravel and Grass

The grumbling man in the sky
dressed in gray,
Stumbling o’er our heads
in his liquid way.
We can smell his footprints
in the gravel and the grass.
We can tell he’s leaving.
He lit our faces as he passed.
For only a moment
Above the groan, and in his light
I saw your face
and all was right.

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