The Green is Always Grassier

on the other side of the world.

I find myself searching

for the baby fine blades,

lovely locks styled by the earth

accented by polka dots of flowers,

the ones I can smell before I see.

I find myself daydreaming,

the fuel for my mental

adventures— the lush

greens that are grassier

on the other side of the world

just beyond the horizon

where men— some old, some not—

and winsome women of all ages

go to dance among daisies

in the grassiest green.