winds across the grasses
assist them in insisting
this is the only now they have -
they will sing and bend and turn
and send their all-important seeds
each on its own journey
It is soul work, it is adventure,
and they do it now as if they were
the only grasses to ever live,
and indeed, as the only ones they see,
that could be so for them
except the ancient hum
intones its timeless song
along their shafts.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 18, 2022
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