She Never Know

She danced with tall grass for a moment like she was swaying with a man.

Our gun barrels glowed white-hot.

When I got to her, a blue haloof flies had already claimed her.

I pulled the crumpled photograph from her fingers.

There's no other way to say this: I fell in love.

The morning cleared again, except for a distant mortar& somewhere choppers taking off.

I slid the wallet into her pocket & turned her over, so she wouldn't be kissing the ground.