Cut Grass

 

And the fútbol began,

We raided the field.

Cheers sang, anthems rocked me.

Stopping-Halting at the

Light.

Sulfuric in my eyes

and crystal in my nose.

Green or sapphire

They vaulted over our heads.

Uniformed chameleons

Blending, welding to our sky.

Juniper blossoms are not in their hair-

Cut short or held loosely in a tail.

 

A poppy nearly sprung from under their steps

And arcs of sensuous spring water

            Or cyanide-one of those two.

 

Then a sharp gust drags up their legs

And they blunder or sift away-

Dancing dandelions in uniform.

 

Now there remains cut grass

And abandoned colors.

They play without rules

When no one is looking.

When everyone’s backs are turned.

 

That’s when real fun is had by the colors.

Blue and white.

And gleaming.

 

13 May 2004