Grass
Thin whispy tendrils in the spring.
Juicy sprouts that temp the deer.
Luxurious green and thick come mid June.
Brown and brittle in August.
Fresh cut, a smell so sweet.
A tired soldier returning from a desert war,
standing tall in bare feet.
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