The Silken Plumes of Decorative Grass

It’s September and the decorative grasses
have grown plumes of silken fingers. The
ladies rise through the leaves and leave
nothing to chance as they hold everyone
accountable by shaking their fingers at
everyone as the wind blows. And then the
wind stops and the women stop wagging
their fingers just to let the profundity
of their assertions sink in as they then
begin again.

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