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/i></p><p id="c3fd"><i>And your boot upon my neck spit on my face thrashing rage upon my ears a blindfold so dark I can’t see me bend to you. And I do. And you pick a wildflower from the side of the road and tuck it in my hair and your smile stings my eyes.</i></p><p id="1d1b"><i>And we walk back across the field of broken blades and milky sap. With every step you throw me down and I roll away and come up behind you. Spinning like the maple bud helicopters we made as kids hoping you’ll remember.</i></p><p id="4ba9">©Deborah Weir, February 2021</p><h2 id="4653">Other poetic works from Deborah</h2><div id="75ee" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/elemental-e0c92ffcdf48"> <div> <div> <h2>Elemental</h2> <div><h3>POETRY</h3></div

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POETRY

Blades of Grass

A poem

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You tromp over dandelions as though they were me breaking blades of grass leaking milky sap over wounds unwell and bent strong before now. Unfurl to see if you’re gone to find safety among the fields and stretch.

And your boot upon my neck spit on my face thrashing rage upon my ears a blindfold so dark I can’t see me bend to you. And I do. And you pick a wildflower from the side of the road and tuck it in my hair and your smile stings my eyes.

And we walk back across the field of broken blades and milky sap. With every step you throw me down and I roll away and come up behind you. Spinning like the maple bud helicopters we made as kids hoping you’ll remember.

©Deborah Weir, February 2021

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