Waking up to a cold morning lawn


A blade:
oh, millions…

greeny-blue…cooled
double-edged,
tapered,
sleek. Still.

Elegance in half-twists,
living sashes…

leprous bubbles,
a settling of dew.

And above this,

mist—

the yawning of grass.

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