patio, grass, sky

stucco knobbly as charcoal briquets
the smell of hot dogs some idyll
of summer–sweating to

then that grass
dashed out on–for it was evening and we were neon
with it, free, it seemed late June, forever–
whose blades felt like 1000 leaps
softly landed–

that grass that laid down on, breathing
after a game, smelled
like a history of flight,
which is not made of nearly so much sky
as one might imagine–



drafty poem for April, Real Toads open link; pic mine, all rights reserved. 

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5 Comments on “patio, grass, sky”

  1. M Says:

    a sense of childhood, and coming to the age of reason ~

  2. Brendan Says:

    Fresh-mown and heady, like a cold glass of ale. How fine to read you here again.

  3. Marian Says:

    Ohhh I love this Karin, feel it coming soon. Soon!
    I’m so glad to see you and to be able to read your poems. ❤

  4. sanaarizvi Says:

    Phew!!❤️ This is absolutely breathtaking!!❤️

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