Plastic Grass


To that which no longer worked

Old ways of brown crackling love

Faded like a cheap dress in a window

Stashed in your basement as the fan without a cord

You kept us both

Meaning someday we would work again

Yet never getting what was needed to fix us

Finally letting me break free

And stumble down the steps

Blinking in the brightness that I thought was soft beauty

Though stark harshness revealed and

The grass that appeared greener on the other side

Turned out to be astroturf

Slicing my mind to reality

Those who posed as friends

They were the cheap dress

Looking for their own moment in the sun

Yet faded away when the going got tough

You still in your reality ~ however just a bit wider in scope of view

Fill in the tear I left

So quickly patched was my place

Barely a stray thread showing

Soon seasons count to years

Your wider vision helped you to reach

From where I was coming from so many years ago

Though another is now sharing the dreams

That were never allowed to me

I had thought after so long you would never change at all

For I know the fan is still in your basement......Still work is needed

But I realize now a slow growing rare being you are ~ well worth the wait

And if, would I do again

I'd move within your grasp

To nuture what could be

Yet now the door closed and rusted shut

Plastic grass beneath my feet

Looking for the real thing

Door by door

For 1/2 of what I lost

Dreaming of 2 times better

Jana Drake
7-29-99
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