By E. Amato
GRASS
As soon as I am close to the grass
I am transported 1000 days
thousands of miles to The Heath.
Soft green grass bright sun
moist and fertile ground
you and I
innocent
before all the everything that happened
you and I
innocent
after all the everything that happened
that’s the thing about you and I as a together
I love nothing more
than love
we seem to share a definition
sometimes
I look at you
feeling your good wondering
how you have been so clipped and confined
sometimes probably you look at me, too
wondering
we are each other’s easy
mired deep
in our own hard
the grass
begins spiking me tough and angled survivor
grass
soil cracked and dry sun brutally insistent
breeze far above human reach
there is no kindness here
but oh so much determination everything is a
road
nothing is a place to be.
Photo by Danielåhskarlsson - via Wikimedia Commons
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THE CONE - ISSUE #5 - SUMMER 2015