the grass dries and crunches
no need to mow
what isn't growing
and seems dead
but underneath
the roots wait
matted and conserved
ready to rocket their
ready to rocket their
greenness straight up
when rain comes again
so resilient and patient
in their nearness
to the source
at the slightest
provocation they'll
raise their heads and riot
the chore of mowing
will be an offering
to the god of plenty
and regrowth
and regrowth
1 comment:
Since I'll be doing the mowing, I suppose that makes me the priest...
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