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The new year is nice . . . but it got really fucking cold out of abso-fucking-lutley nowhere . . . a poem to remember spring

Here in the Long Grass
Ronin

here in the long grass
where the world seems so distant
where the city seems so small
here in the long grass
where I lay nestled in the earth
where I lay breathing in the dew
here in the long grass I wait for my dream
hidden like prey
hidden from eyes
here in the long grass I count all the stars
stars shining like dreams
stars guiding my dreams home
here in the long grass I wait
for the soft touch
the long caress
the subtle stare
the fleeting dream
of love