I pull a blade of grass
and don’t think of my friends.
I think of grass.
There’s much to mind in the narrow strand
I call on in this province.
A curled stem can be a friend,
it bends with the wind and stretches
with my smoothing it.
I should not have plucked it,
now I think on it.
Bio: Harvey Steinberg looks at himself as an artifact
of the world rather than the world as an artifact of himself. Harvey submits writings, and over 20 journals in 10 states
have published his poems, and occasionally other forms of literature as well. He is now writing theater works and
finds this to be the most fulfilling medium (some short pieces have been staged). He will ultimately work toward
the creation of quality verse plays and poetic drama. So although retired, he is not deterred.