Grass
I lie in the grass becoming part of itI lie back in thegrass wekeep long forthe butterflies.watching theclouds scudding across the skyfeeling the tall stalksswaying inthe windRemembering when I was achild runningbare leggeddown a grassyslope,falling and grazing my kneeswith greenblood of thegrass embeddedin my skin.An ant crawlsinto my ear.A blade ofgrass ticklesmy face;the only placethat I can feelIf I couldonly turn andtaste the sweetjuicy stem again.Now I...