Anywhere and Everywhere
The stories of my lifetime under my feet
Grass
The old stuff that the gym teacher called
Mother Nature’s hair
We sat on the field
Tearing it out
Ripping it up
Tossing it into the wind
I wasn’t listening or obeying directions
And the grass just so happened
To be the victim of that
Particular rebellion
Grass
At my old house
My friend walked barefoot
Moseying in the side yard saying
I’m allergic to it
But only if it rubs
On my skin or
I roll down the hill
Which is exactly
What we had been doing that day
I brushed over the grass with
My own bare feet
And didn’t believe her
Grass
The clippings were flying around
Sticking to our shorts or
Clinging to our sneakers
My teacher complained
You all smell like
Earth and sweat
Not really fair to say
To kids who always
Had to go out to recess
No matter the weather
Or whether or not
The groundskeepers were busy
Mowing the lawn of
The entire school
Grass
The most surprising thing
About throwing myself
Into his arms
That dead October night
Was the lushness
Underneath my socks
As the tiny strands supported me
Pushed me lifted me
Up to hold him
By the neck
I could feel the
Shivers down my arms
As I lost myself
In the strands
Of his thick hair
and I trembled, the goosebumps prickling
Feeling tingles in my toes
Standing in my socks
On the crisp cold grass
About the Creator
Emily Dickerson
Hopeful and young, full of love. From my heart high praises are sung. For this reason I am here: to love and serve and bring all souls near. <3
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