Faye Sizemore

GHOSTS IN THE GRASS

It was the middle of a hot July night
The moon was full and… oh… so bright
He shook me awake and said to be quiet…
told me come to the window to see a sight

“Look there to the right of that big tree
Look… can you tell… can you see”
I looked… straining my eyes…
unconsciously giving a sigh

At first I saw nothing
Nothing… save grass waist high
“Watch,” he said… “just under that limb”
and I did watch… just to please him

Then… to the racing of my heart…
I swear I saw the tall grasses part
and… as though being walked on…
flatten down towards us… on their own

Staring now… I wondered
Had the ghosts… still in his mind
invisible… but to him (and now me)…
taken a few steps forward in time