Ounce Of Grass

Where is the beauty of the land

Which my ancestor’s boasts

In their poetry?

Where are those places

That you drew in your verse?

Where’s that pasture

On you lay,

To decipher the clouds?

What about the serene hills?

At least some flying worms?

What else did I miss?

And how sad

This ounce of grass

Is my only hope.