Cutgrass and Get-Together

Cutgrass

A fan-shaped line of one-inch serrations marks calf
Laterally you see nothing, medially is where the cutgrass
Latched on and skimmed tiny rivers into surface flesh
Superficial wounds swelling red, as though tiny paws
With sharp claws scratched at a thousand tiny bug bites.

Get-Together

Plastic wine glass tilted in hand
Premade mojito mix sloshes around
I’m the youngest
(by probably two dozen years)
At the outdoor get-together

Neighbors I’ve known
(or I think I’ve known)
Since I was seven or younger
A decade and a half ago I remember
Thinking how young I was

And I still feel the same while
Most of the kids are off at college
And I’m a graduate
With a plastic wine glass and mojito mix
Basking in the praise for my quesadillas

Not the greatest poems but what’s on my mind after a long day. The first one is about rice cutgrass that my legs encountered today and the second was a neighborhood get-together of parents. I crashed it, because I made the appetizer so my mom could socialize instead of cook and in return I boozed up a bit (and the house we were at is where I once was babysat!

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