Turtle Grass

How ordinary grass is. How sun and wind changes the green to blond and brown. How we lay across its color held, sun bathe, run or ride bicycles over its carpet. How we take little notice of its seasons, yet, grass in open spaces makes all seem extraordinary. These poems move across the flat page, layer on layer, with or without a horizon the grasses change the way we see and think about slender sheathing leaves, and flowers borne in spikelets, all the different grass species. Our expectation has no limit as lines entwine and stroke each other like a wall of light the phrases grow, leaving their music and a series of shadows.