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The Grass Is Green

The Grass is Green

written by: Genie Nakano



looking at my hand
the lines and crevices
foreign to me
yet, they map a story
from long ago

I immerse my hand
in a bowl of rose water
flying past the past
memories of sweet youth
bloom instantly

hide and seek
everyone come out and play
spin the statue
watch the world go round
the grass is green and soft

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