In the Grass Two girls on a lawn so soft the one in black sleeps her head cradled in her bent arm the other in a ruffled white dress props herself up on her elbow rests her head on her hand As a girl I’d lie in the grass to study the clouds Or swinging bend back over the seat to turn the world upside down inhaling the sharp scent of freshly mown grass stained hands and knees Years ago I told my brother as we drove through hills of tall grasses that I always dreamed of running barefoot through the grass toward someone and he replied on the verge of divorce cockleburs hurt Two girls on a lawn napping a study of white and green and black not of grass and its stickers how even through fabric it scratches LeeAnn Pickrell This poem was first published in Eclectica. LeeAnn Pickrell is a poet, freelance editor, and managing editor of Jung Journal: Culture & Psyche. Her work has appeared in a variety of online and print journals, most recently in Loud Coffee Press, Atlanta Review, and MacQueen’s Quinterly. She has a book forthcoming from Unsolicited Press. She lives in Richmond, California, with her partner and two fabulous cats.
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