Tall Grasses
Something precise
in the abandoning –
laces fastened to barbed spikes,
hung against a scene
of tall grasses. No clue
as to which way he ran,
the shoeless child,
wayfarer in green-stained socks,
passing from field to street
who steps into a kitchen
as his mother clutches towels,
waiting for her to scold, or notice.
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