The verdurous grass stands up,
Rises on unsteady waving feet,
Catching on the tail of the breeze
That threatens it, haranguing and relentless.
The wind blows in the face of the world,
Tossing away the chaff,
The useless things that cover the meat and marrow,
And the eyes of earth blink open,
Seeing with slate-clean vision
That there is something at the roots,
Hiding beneath the brown shoes
Of the grass that is bent but unbroken.
The hardened core of the planet is warming,
Becoming bright and molten,
And beating into being like a hurting human heart,
Spinning faster and in dizzying rounds,
Urging the wind to beat its wings
And fly on clouds of royal blue
And into the light of the golden sun
That wakes with bleary rubbing of its shimmering face.
The sun is smiling,
Wide teeth sparkling with dewdrops
That fall on held-high heads
Of grass that still is chasing the wind,
The fewest stalks jumping
And following along on the kite-tail breeze.
The earth is awakened, the bones stripped bare,
The marrow is pouring out,
Ripe for collecting and drinking like nectar.
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