Ode to a Blade of Grass
By Vasco Villas-Boas
I see you carefully tilting in the breeze
You want to slide out of your roots (that won’t give in) and be guided by the wind
And
Be free like a leaf floating downwards from a tree
You are like a
Human
That wants to
Jump out of a helicopter
And parachute down
To see the
World
When someone steps on you,
You crumple on the ground and then
Shiver
And then slowly rise up to your regular curved position
And the only way you’ll be removed from the ground is by
A kid that wants to make a whistle in between his cupped hands,
A golfer who wants to know the direction of the wind so he can use the right club,
By someone who just wants to feel your cool and silky yet sticky outer layer,
Or if you get mowed down
You have the smell of a
Little onion combined with an orange
Which when I smell my mouth gives an overwhelmed
“Urrhhhh”
and when I like you, I feel you trying to take the
saliva from my tongue
“Wuuuuu”
I hear you blow past my ear
Do you really think you can get out of the ground?