roll out AstroTurf
Pitch the Goalposts.
Upon it play the game.
It rasps your knees.
Nowhere can you poke your
finger in the soil
and the earthworms cannot
breathe.
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Impatience
Posted byBeadedQuillPosted inLife Musings, Poetry, Suburban MemoirTags:AstroTurf, breath, breathing, earthworms, Emily Dickinson, fingers, goalposts, impatience, knees, metaphor, soil, sport
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