wild grass

you live in the margin
and just for a season
of spring, summer and an autumn
before your death
with no thought of reincarnation

i live with you in my heart
paying attention to your imprint
frame hanging on wall in my mind
making you my classy model
while others dismiss as wild grass

i’m learning to dance
like you in the summer
with winds of gradual change
and stormy revolution
enjoying my present moment

i bend when the tempests hit
hit me hard to break me
like you, that emptiness in stock
i keep my soul empty
with no expectation to sit on a throne