Ode to a Blade of Grass a long rib moves up your center becomes dew becomes a secret wheat only tiny birds know green flame

Ode to a Blade of Grass

a long rib
moves up your
center
becomes
dew
becomes
a secret
wheat
only
tiny birds
know

green flame
aflame
a jade territory

in you,
everything,
all of this

Light’s reign
of this
earth

Light’s hot
wish for
horses.