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Growing.

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All that I am is grass.
One blade-- or
All of them-- it does not matter.
Underfoot
I collapse.
In the wind
I wish.
But all I am is grass.
I grow-- unnoticed. No one to watch.

My roots are shallow.
Thin, the veins anchoring me to the earth.





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