passing familiarity

grass 1

the night
does not shine
she doesn’t show

she keeps her cloak
worn tightly

only the distant light
only the luminous elsewhere
invades her spaces

what shade is green
at in darkness

is night life a blur
or is it
moving too fast
to take it in

I know these things
in daylight
I know them well

but here
I am the stranger

I am alone
the transience
of the familiar
grass 2

© Frank Prem, 2017

June 2017 Poem #33: oonga boonga (power to the people)


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