The Grass

There's a distinct of grass
On fall Friday nights-
That will take me to a place
Of my childhood sights

As the moment draws nearer
To step on the grass
Mem'ries of distant others
Whose time has now passed

My relative my brother--
There days in a caste
Because the time is now mine
to smell of the grass

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