National Poetry Writing Month, 2019 Poetry

4/1: “1942”

the grass is greener than at home;

germany is different than
is different than
or italy, japan,
the reaches of russia.

photos made it black and white;
grasses are green everywhere.

it’s the green grass of my
baby sister’s birthday party;
she turned three and rode her new baby bike
all over the yard, the grass.
under our watchful eyes, she flattened it.

it’s flat in germany under bodies,
but greener, too:
same reason.

i remember betsy instead,
her hair in braids,
turning three.

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