Thoughts from the Backyard
Pastel chalk dust and dark chocolate coat my unshaven legs. I plant my bare feet into the grass, teeming with dandelions and clover. A few yards to my right there is a line seperating my building and the one next door. Their lawn is freshly mowed, blades erect as soldiers, uniform in height. I like my grass wild. I like to feel the dirt on the brave soles of my feet.
I want to practice this more: declaring what I like and meaning it. Slowly paring things down until what I like is all that I see.
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Love your backyard thoughts, especially “I like my grass wild.” “I want to practice this more: declaring what I like and meaning it. Slowly paring things down until what I like is all that I see.” – Camp out in the backyard!
I like the realness of all the details and the message. Lovely work.
1000 percent with you!
We’ve got that lawn, too– only we also have wild violets and other plants!
Gorgeous poem.
Nice:
I want to practice this more: declaring what I like and meaning it. Slowly paring things down until what I like is all that I see.
That turn is *chefs kissss*