Saturday, April 6, 2013

March Grass



There is a terrible tenderness in March grass
In the bare and the grey
In the defeated way
It lays flat
After the weight
Of snow
I walk gingerly
Around it
Stay on the asphalt
But still
I feel its dryness in
The cracks in my hands
And the lines around my eyes
And I know
It’s a sign
That I should sit
On the fencepost
And stay
But instead I deny it—
Three times—
And walk away









1 comment:

  1. Wow. I love the Peter reference--elevates the leaves of grass to the divine. Rusty? Psshhh!!! I LOVE it! Thank you.

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