Grass

Starting with a kiss of grass,
morning tastes like when I was a girl
– before the smoke
and yet after I knew
how clouds mattered
more than ‘us’
and counting steps
to the backyard
was better than coins.
I close my eyes,
inhaling sun, exhaling doubt.

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