Scent Among The Grass
A reflective poem exploring childhood memory, nature, and the passage of time through the simple scent of freshly cut grass. Scent Among The Grass connects personal nostalgia with the hidden life of the natural world.
It’s strange to smell this freshly cut lawn,
Triggering memories of when I was young.
A 7-year-old baller running through vegetation,
On a soggy and ash-looking Autumn afternoon.
Now crowned gray and sitting by the window,
My head tilts past the Monstera deliciosa.
A voluntary recurrent thought is assumed,
I rabidly sniff up the volatile compounds.
Nature’s death emits vaporous tears, scented,
Defense chemicals, a cacophony of screams.
In this cruel world, the barbaric mower’s dream,
Of toast and oats; rice, roast, and alcohol.
Grazing cows told me grass is like water,
The latter a little shy prodding warm flashbacks.
If no one else in the world agrees nature is key,
I exist as I am, sniffing grass, content.
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