Feast Green and Stained

I am wasted on thought-so’s and photo-ops

so-so’s and S-O-S cries and the lit flare

I burn I intuit I follow your light


look at the way you go into the tall grass
into it                         you light

               you moth

look at your shirtless body behind the tall grass

look at me on my knees

a poem is a lot like a grass stain

I want to do what a grass stain does

Copyright © 2018 by Paul Cunningham. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on November 6, 2018, by the Academy of American Poets.