Poem: “Blades of grass”

 

Blades of grass are my dash
I fold my knees and jump
I strongly taste the femur
of a run started with adhesion
but I will spread my wings
the wind as a necklace
the rivers as little as pupils
as growing gonads

blades of grass are my song
the rustle is an orchestra in the Vespers
a unique sorcery
in the beauty’s cauldron
but I will run through the earth
The mud as a lifebuoy
the clouds as tall as hang-gliders
as skyscrapers lived by angels

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