like me, the grass

like me, the grass

stays new by constant shearing,

closeness to earth, sun, and water,

and all that happens

beneath the surface

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

5 thoughts on “like me, the grass”

      1. And, the gentle brush of a friend’s hand can bring the blade upright or even seat the roots so that the grass, having been trampled, might once again reach for sun and water finding strength within its own growth.

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