Poetry About Fields of Grass

The field leans east beneath an invisible hand. Seed heads flicker like a thousand quiet signals. A lark lifts one clear note above the green. Paths appear only where the feet keep choosing them. All afternoon, sunlight moves in broad unhurried bands. The grass rises again after every passing body.

Seed heads flicker like a thousand quiet signals. Open land teaches motion without departure. Paths appear only where the feet keep choosing them. Even fields of Grass keeps more than one meaning in view. What bends may be practicing how to remain.

The field leans east beneath an invisible hand. Time carries the image beyond its first appearance. A lark lifts one clear note above the green. All afternoon, sunlight moves in broad unhurried bands. What bends may be practicing how to remain. The grass rises again after every passing body.