the grass bent back
the grass bent back slowing a batch of shy bulls.
the dress went slack showing them such an eyeful.
the crass sent back cawing brays much as sea gulls.
but the sass can’t check mowing hay mulch as she will.
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the dress went slack showing them such an eyeful.
the crass sent back cawing brays much as sea gulls.
but the sass can’t check mowing hay mulch as she will.
Marcus McCann
View all poems by Marcus McCann