Grass
They say grass is simple,
those who look without looking.
A monocot
the lines flow
in parallel
leading together
toward the inflorescence
Have you seen
a grass flower?
the dancing stamens
the twirling anthers
And the roots
in fibrous swirls
From grain
from baskets
from the base
of every village
The world rests on grass.
They say grass is simple,
like me.