A blade of grass

I can’t focus awareness on winding road.
The distant hill is covered in a blue haze.

Only the other day I was a blade of grass.
Today I cannot wave in mountain breeze.

Uprooted, I do not now know my  being,
Like that hill covered in a forgetful haze.

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