What if
I step off the path
to walk on the grass
like I did
when I was young?
Would the dew still cling to my shoes?
Would the grass smell as sweet?
Would it feel as good?
soft substrate
cradling my feet
tomorrow
I will try
Bob Harper’s Card Workout
12 years ago
First fly to Louisville. Even the grass on the side of the road is amazing to walk barefoot in. Best grass ever. Your poem totally took me back there. You may have been looking back at childhood, but I grew up running barefoot across sharp prickly Texas grass. That's why the bottoms of my feet are one big callas. Living in louisville, I learned to appreciate grass.
ReplyDeleteDamn I thought you were talking about Mary Jane
ReplyDeletePancho - I was totally talking about grass - not the mary j kind, dana :) - but I realized when I was writing that I was also writing about my childhood. I have never walked on prickly Texas grass - isn't it funny how thinking about that grass makes you remember. In Salt Lake (where I grew up) the grass is soft it and it springs back when you walk across it. Let's go there and walk on the grass.
ReplyDeleteIt's kind of cool that this is a simple joy that everyone must have in common. I bet everybody, no matter how long ago it's been, has a least one happy memory of being barefoot in the grass. Even really grouchy old people.
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