Granules
by dan ankers
Be it the crashing waves of forever
Or the minute granules of time
It’s all the same
This life
I drink my wine
with a straw
My feet up on the railing
of my porch
Shoeless
Forever
I’m not clever
Never
Wind takes the grass
to wavy places
Ripples like to pass through
its blades
Like waves
More waves
The grass is clever
It moves like a genius
Continuous
Luminous
Disproving several theories
at once
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