Grass

grass

We had grass we'd laugh
to name garden, grass
we'd split sides to call lawn

Before white noise!
Before motormowers!

After the once a year cut
As little grass as we could.

Because Dad had to scythe it
Before it dried off, for fires.

But the rest of time, grass:
we were among it lank hours.
Long in its arches and bows.

before we got careful
ere trim looks made us
we had Grass.


10 Dec 1996 © Wayne David Knoll