Grass
Nora Jane Struthers


I think it's time to let
The grass grow high
In my backyard
I think it's time to let
The dust pile up
On my desk
I'm ready to let
My hair down
And let the birds
Make a nest
I think it's time to let
The grass grow high
In my backyard

Feel the world shift
When I keep
Behind my teeth
Float so free
When I submit
To gravity
The silver spool slowly spins, time ticks her tapestry
Feel the world shift when I keep behind my teeth
I think I'm gonna wait for last year's seeds to volunteer
Watch the berries grow ripe and let the rabbits eat their fill
Life's gonna carve out a way irregardless of my will
I think I'm gonna wait for last year's seeds to volunteer
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