Laughing Grasses

The grass laughs and laughs
to be named a singular thing,
as if its chorus were made
of blades too piercing-lovely
to see as individual singers.

But if you bend and listen well,
especially in the early morning,
you hear a bell-like melody
to counterpoint the hymns of birds.

And if you bend yet more, and stay,
you may see the grasses,
like steady backup singers, sway.

©Susa Silvermarie 2019

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