let's sit a while here on
this bench

they still build them
you know

in a three day festival

they gather the grass
and bundle them
plaited into braids
an inch thick
braids twisted to
the thickness of a thigh

wide meadows of wild grass
gathered, and twined
into a line three feet wide
it sways in the wind

in this day and age not steel
that wisdom is not essential

only this edge
and that one
and these sheaves of grass
and this suspension
and the river running underneath