the grass was green that one time
and the other time greener
and the other time a greenish yellow
and the other time it was pastel polka dots
and then hyper color tie die
and then...
(in a whisper)
the other time
the other time it was made with sticks and dirt
it was fire and earth
gold
it was the last pizza delivery of the night
or a lollipop wrapper
faster and faster it was a racing sexy bunny in spring
there were no holds barred
the grass was even drunk once
smoked weed seven times
it took a wrong turn and hit a median after a night out
there were funerals and barbecues and holidays
there were fist fights and dance parties
the green often swallowed recycled hollow necessary pride
there was never a true apology
only a darker green
a lighter green
a green with a purpose
a green with a flower and a found smile
(as matter-of-fact as one can be)
You see, the grass is always green, errr...
Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.
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