Homesickness
alone
the manicured grass itches at my calves
a light breeze
brings the scent of cigarettes
and the voices
of the busy
the shallow
the selfish
are an unpleasant buzzing
in my unwilling ears
bare feet
anxious for release
imagine a grass
away; safe
from the sidewalk, the glass, the concrete
a lonely grass,
if people are company
the creatures reside
in wet, dark soil
alive
welcoming
- Heidi Patton
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