Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Life Slows

This is for Her; of course it's a recurring theme, like carp.

                                      This is a ditty 'bout how the grass grows
                                      Tough and random, not careful laid rows
                                      Bluegrass, fescue, whichever you chose
                                      Dew clinging loosely, licks at my toes
                                      A wafting spring scent, whenever she mows
                                      A soft summer playground for jays and the crows
                                      Midnight snack for the bunnies and does
                                      Natural stage for backyard shows
                                      A scrapbook filled with young superbowl throws
                                      The subject for many a poet and prose
                                      Listen real careful, you can hear as wind blows
                                      Catching your tears in the midst of your woes
                                      A mat for meditation...your heartbeat slows
                                      Supporting young love even as they propose
                                      Flashback of all the highs and the lows
                                      I believe that's how the story goes,
                                      But I'm not really sure anyone knows.
                                                                                                                yv



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