Poem: Desert Grass

 

Desert Grass

 

the dry shoots

rustle with the gusto of rain sticks

when my hands, colander-cupped,

reap bonanzas of parched sheathes

and toss them upward

to strew the blue with confetti,

where the lofty flotsam

jitters and braids 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 bits--

until socks are lost and

shoes chafe against bare feet

that wish for brave moccasin strides.

 

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12/31/25 ...

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

6/25 ... changed last line ... 

6/22 ... mods to last two lines