Planting the Grass

There was going to be a song for when the grass filled in
Over the naked slabs of earth where the planters were
But I don't know how it goes and I guess we'll never hear it.
As it turns out, grass is really hard to grow.

I'd laid the seed and covered it with straw and watered nightly
'til it came in tall and green. I thought we'd made it
But the new grass started dying and I could not bring it back
Not with water, not with weeding, not with fertilizer.

Now every time I look at those dead
Dirt patches, abrasions, I cast
Blame on the ground
For wrecking what I thought would be a pretty good metaphor
About moving on, moving forward, growing.



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Writer(s): Edward Nathaniel Lasher
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