We spent enough time in the shade of sidewalks,
feet and hands stained in blackberry juice
to have absorbed the sunlit fences, and how they would thread
without knowing, without ever looking up
until houses vanished,
and telephone wires disappeared into clouds.
We could feel the nondescript flow
between the air and grooves of our skin.
But we were still young enough; it being Spring,
and early yet in the evening, to be left as we were
for a moment --
the distance blurring, the sky and field
shedding shades to emerge as one,
closing together like a palm had laid down to rest over us.
The flutter about the trees
unconcerned with being petals,
leaves, or butterflies.
Can't seem to concentrate lately. . .
Wonderful. The last three lines especially, what a great image to leave the reader pondering with. Well done.
I love this; the imagery especially is great. The only thing I might consider doing is taking out "as we moved." It hit me as extraneous -- it's implied, and you don't need it. Anyway, that's just my thoughts.
You're right, it does make for a smoother read without. And thank you for commenting, it means so much. I'm happy you enjoyed this.