The grass blades are rapiers
doused in mercury.
I choose to walk with dragon-scale shoes
to that soft mound
covering the stone I’ve looked on so often.
I remember you next to me, bright eyes.
Remember the heat of your breath on my neck,
the charge to your fur that would crack blue
if I wasn’t careful,
scolding my fingers.
The thud of paws still vibrates through the ground
with every step away