We Don't Think of Grass




We don't think of grass 

As doing much of anything 

Do we?


I don't. 


But it separates us 

From the mud.


Grass at night, 

Dewed and Shining

Ricochets light 

Mimics skyward spots


As small

As its opposite is large

As close

As its opposite is far.


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