The Green Gullible Grass

trimmed grass is fed

on delicacies of fertilizer

tidbits of miracle grow

its greenness unbothered

by the competition of weeds

but

where grass meets wild

wood, it doesn't stop

abruptly, the grass wanders

off in its own brave

clumps to distant spiky cousins

then naively sidles up

and kisses the extremities of trees

roots in the earth, a dark

past under the leaves

where chittering insects turn

silent, a bright remembrance of flight

the trees taste flight in the wind

runaway grass nestles in their roots

distracted by insects