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grass
by Luisa Igloria

Who knows what led City Planning and the Parks
     Development Authority that year
to send away for seeded rolls of Bermuda
     grass, which they spread over cleared
patches where unkempt, lowly, unruly damo
     once grew? Wild grass that must be even more
pedestrian than Whitman's celebrated
     blades of grass henceforth would never do
for our apron-sized garden. My father, who always
     balanced his books, was never late
for work, was always careful not to cross
     his supervisors or make them look bad-he, too,
desired such dreams of evenness grown emerald
      in the sun, untrampled by the gross
aberrations of mud and typhoon weathers. Who knows
     exactly how he managed to bring home his prize—we tended
those few handkerchiefs of grass like they were abundance
     foretold. They would multiply before our eyes,
softer than Persian carpets, like in the pictures of families
     picnicking on the pages of Life and Good
Housekeeping
, next to the ads for Tupperware,
     corned beef and Spam. This is what I'm thinking
on my deck today, as I wait for the yellow
     schoolbus to bring home my daughter. How green
and silent the lawns are around me. On each side
     of the drive, the shuttered houses, the leaves
poised for winter. I am large, Whitman said,
     I contain multitudes. And I am wondering,
perhaps out of season, how to bring to flower
     and increase, the shy clutch of makahiya
seeds that I scattered into a pot this summer.

© Luisa Igloria

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