Grasshoppers

Image: Kai Koehler

Grasshoppers seemingly hop in random directions, and so do poems. The poems on this page, many times, hopped away from the poet with a mind of their own. Others were more well behaved.

Cut grass

Give me a field

of cut grass

two inches or so deep.

Turn me loose

on such a carpet,

let my legs free.

I'm remembering

an impression

of flying.

Shoes off

feet pumping,

not pounding.

But caressing

an earth

that supports me,

A boy

too young to know

this will never again,

be.

10.5.22