geometry

Sharp and dull
the grass hits my calves so
swinging
so swishing
so silkily
shushing through
their 
multitudinous
exuberance
wind and sun
clouds whipping by
and all this
weather whether
I'm ready or not
But I have to come
The grass opens before me
closes behind
and I am lost in
a straight line
on a plain.

© Lynn Lundell 2021 #pagesfromtheattic