Grass Pollen

 

 

Once the fields were of that yellow

And the morning wind made waves to shake

The sleepy stalks

Where lonesome hare

Had shut an eye

The night before

 

Once the cities of steel

Cleaned their streets of brown bags

That shaped bottles of the green fairy

And made unshaved men dream

Of names they once knew

Before they slept alone

In a cardboard box

With their dog

 

Once I walked these fields

And got lost following concrete streets

 

To become who I always was

 With intention

 

May 18, 2026

©Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2026