Patch of Grass, poetry written by Mark Tulin at Spillwords.com

Patch of Grass

Patch of Grass

written by: Mark Tulin

@Crow_writer

 

I hear the world
from a patch of grass
on the courthouse lawn.
With my ear to the earth,
I hear a vibration from a distant quake,
the tires of screeching cars,
clock-hands spinning,
and boot heels on cement.
I hear a bicycle ride by,
a skinny youth on a banana seat,
the sound of the rush of wind,
the glow of a smiling moon,
the hot sun in the Caribbean,
the ocean tide rolling in and out,
and my blood pulsing through
the universe.

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