in the marshland…

28 Aug

the grasses are tall.
they bend and bow like windsocks at used car lots.
bending and bowing,
in praise of life,
in praise of anyone who walks by.
i feel better already and bow back,
in praise of grass,
in praise of life.


2 Responses to “in the marshland…”

  1. Millie Ho August 29, 2016 at 2:11 am #

    I like how you meshed together urban and rural elements in this poem, Steve. I had to Google what a windsock was, but after I saw an image, I immediately got the connection. Very cool choice of simile. I wonder if tall grass could look like inflatable wacky tube men from a distance. It’s a good time to be out in nature, before the crinkling and dying takes over.

    • Steve Myers August 29, 2016 at 11:38 am #

      thanks Millie. glad you liked it and so much so that it inspired today’s poem or not really a poem or whatever it is i do.

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