Zen

“The grass grows,
back seat driver is dead.”
Watching, being,
I got him out of my head.
I? My? Him?
No. Wrong. Try again.

“The grass grows,
back seat driver is dead.”
No head.
No. Try again.

“The grass grows,
back seat driver is dead.”
* * *
No. Try again.

“The grass grows,
back seat driver is dead.”
The grass grows. Spring is.
🙂

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