The solid earth has never yet complained.There is only the slight scrapeOf the accommodating grassAdjusting around your body its bent blades. Impossible ever to get close enough! And there are jungles to explore:Part the grass with fingertipsTo follow the travels of antsAnd expeditions of other insects through the weeds. Establish your chin. On your forearmA…
Lie on Your Stomach on The Grass by Jonathan Bracker
