Love Song for Neil

In the days before they invented love,
I imagine the world was grass,
Riotous and cool and everlasting,
With no one to view how elastic it was,
Or how it bent within the socket of a human eye,

I imagine the grass did not dream of,
The black soles of human feet,
Only knowing its own ripeness,
It grew madly towards the sun,

It did not know
That one day there would be trees,
And streetlamps,
And streetlamps and trees together,
To create a newer eerie green
Which we would twilit walk under,

And love songs too,
Could not have been dreamt of by grass,
As they explode along the sun licked pavement,
Where we carry our flip-flops,
You tell me you found a shell,
To make a necklace

Before they invented love there were no shells,
Just grass


      Hope Estella Whitmore

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