Iron Mountain ski jump

Iron Mountain ski jump

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

AUGUST GRASS, a poem 8-1-17

I love this August grass
Just the way it is
Short and dry

Tied up with the baling twine
Of memory


When I post a poem, I always put “a poem” in the title as a warning for those who would rather skip reading my first-of-the-morning musings.

August grass where I live doesn’t really get “short and dry” until later in the month, but I thought an August poem was an appropriate way to start the month.

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