By IL
there’s a marsh they call the basin
it had a lot of grass
blades a green darker
than you’d expect
more like a field of chard
I was there once
we all were & the water
was high enough to wet our shins
there’s a lot of water but
you’re not allowed to drink it
though nobody said anything
about the grass
so we chewed through the sward
then the sweet-grass
cattails & the wild rice
we ate it all,
pasture razed by teeth,
but the marsh is there
no longer herbaceous
the water still & standing
Dylan Youngers is a student of Mathematics and Jewish Studies at San Francisco State University. He has been published in Zaum, Mosaic, and other journals. He sees mathematics as a form of poetics, and poetics as a form of mathematics.
