grass

There’s grass on the fields somewhere in Montana

I’ve seen them in pictures and heard about them.

I’m not sure if I’d ever want to see them, but I’ve

always enjoyed thinking about them.

A wiser man once told me they don’t exist,

that it’s pointless to dream of them.

I guess that’s what I catch myself doing…just dreaming.

Looking at it now, I wasn’t made to stand on a field and look at grass.

That sounds ridiculous, tormenting, not dreamy…

 

                                                                                   …more of a nightmare.