When we were told of the other grass
It didn't seem so different
Struggling in the wind like the rest of us
When we were told of the other grass
It wasn't strange or fair
Just greener than our own
When we were told of the other grass
We would look up some times
And imagine ourselves gazing back
When we were told of the other grass
Something was sewn and sprouted
A habit from before birth
When we were told of the other grass
We had crossed over
Before we even knew.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Fatherhood
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