Browning Grass

Soft, simple, stick

Simple, slight, sensitive, susceptible

In the way, it moves from stride to stride

Smaller than anyone could have imagined

But yet, it still greened

Fields of wheat blowing in windy autumns sorrowly but peaceful

Schizophrenic smiles that changed through the ages

Still the grass grew no matter the condition

The condition of coin

Copper choring it’s worth until it turned to coal

Coiling away at freys of the instrument

Blockage of the brain bullied browery

And still the grass would eventually green