The Death of Grass

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You can believe anything you wantthey told him on his way up to the show:he chose to believe in grass -- the green seathat washes over time when a pop fly hangslike a lover's promise in an arc through centre;the continent of pain when inches give wayto miles on the tip of a glove; the reach

that will always be bigger than a man;the cool green smell of life itself

© Meyer Bruce