Poem: Desert Grass

 

Desert Grass

 

the dry shoots

rustle with the gusto of rain sticks

when my hands, colander-cupped,

mine bonanzas of parched sheathes

and toss them upward

to strew the blue with confetti,

where the lofty seeds

jitter and braid the wind.

 

 

it has such stubborn lust, this grass,

sinking its hooks

into socks mistaken for rabbits,

cottontail pairs,

all-too-human hops,

which accumulate the nettlesome--

until socks are lost and

shoes chafe bare feet

wishing for brave moccasins

in which to stride.

 

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8/5/24 ... "seeds" replaces "particles"

6/25 ... changed last line ... 

6/22 ... mods to last two lines