In the Field of the Vapours

The grasses grow to different heights

The grass nearest to the railway line

Is short and summer sparse

Whereas the grass nearest

The Road of Sensible Praise

Is much taller and more lush

 

From where I normally sit

The differing length

Of these grasses

Distort my view of the castle

And occasionally I see you

At alternative windows

Which disturbs me as I cannot understand your duality