to sink into the long grass

rebmasters

Perfect here this
little piece of paradise soft
sun catcher,
warm earth,
long grass,
hidden,
Alice
unbidden
sink beneath waves
of green
rolling,
flowering, alive quietly
warm above &
below.
What bones lie beneath here?
Where no one ever walked.
Ground warm
beneath dense
emerald foliage;
how am I here?
Where I don't belong after all
nothing makes sense
sink into sleep/
wake from slumber
to return here

  • Author: rebmasters (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 1st, 2021 06:30
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Saxon Crow

    Excellent as usual!

    • rebmasters

      You are too kind! I'm sure you must have some mischievous reason of your own for such flattery, but I'll happily take it - thank you

      • Saxon Crow

        No ulterior motive at all. Just appreciating good poetry



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