Thanks,
Brenda, for this delicious wordle prompt...
far less erotic
and far more
melancholy
than the rosy golden
swing
she imagined in her
nights
~ that stray fling in
tall grass
calls for a pale
cover,
a powdering of ash and
a forget-me-now spray
a warning to be
tucked behind
like an old judgment
stick
♥ ♥ ♥