Leaves of grass
By Walt Whitman
Walt
Long time till today
Your photos, beard, even your breath
I used as columns
To write a poem
But no more again
Bye…I’m going and gone…
How dare could you write?
Insulting grass,
Was it to whitewash?
Our lacking brain...
Oh no, not you Walt
Not you dear one
(In your poetry)
(And, simplicity)
(Perseverance)
Grass & animals
Complain or not
We don’t understand
And it is our fault
Something’s wrong with us
Wear your hat again
Set your words correct
You’re my favorite
But not with grass
One poem,
At last
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