Grass Seeds
Storm tossed, the stout
stems
bent
their heavy heads
to the
ground
where they waited
as if they had known the sky
would
fall
and tell again
the old story
in the steep slopes
of each
body
rising.
Grass Seeds
Grass Seeds
Storm tossed, the stout
stems
bent
their heavy heads
to the
ground
where they waited
as if they had known the sky
would
fall
and tell again
the old story
in the steep slopes
of each
body
rising.
bearbones 
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