Slip of the Tongue ~ A Collection of Poetry

Fields

I've got this little net

to cut through the blades of grass,

hunting for the clover heads.

I want to save up my luck,

in this

little 

tiny

jar.

So that when those heavy storms come

and the earth floods,

I'll have a raft to build

from 

their tiny little stems and buds

a

safe

foreign 

shore.