Parading

Down Sally Cow Lane and Elsewhere

At the last

too late, we think it was.
it is frantic with its hands
it is frantic with its hands
but cannot find us.
but cannot find us.
Was it a friend? Now,
Was it a friend? Now,
too late, we think it was.
too late, we think it was.
That’s why we became grass. —William E. Stafford
That’s why we became grass.
—William E. Stafford

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