Categories Poems I, Future Post author By Jack Fuzz Post date March 27, 2020 No Comments on I, Future Sometimes the grass is purple, sprouting from star baked dirt, light years away. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related Tags galaxies, Haiku, Haiku Poems, Haikus, Lawns, life on other planets, Poems, Poetry, solar system, Space, spacetravel, stars, the future By Jack Fuzz Blogger. Amateur Midfielder. View Archive → ← Storage Unit → Four Panel Friday: J.R.R.Tolkien’s drawings of Entrances to the Elvenking’s halls Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.