By Bluegrass

[wasellajam]

Plenty to like here, some notes:

Nestled in freckles,
my pocket eyes are green I still can't parse "pocket eyes", seems opaquely poetic.
Mom told me, some colors
Are made for reading
not changing 
words
but I can’t help it, Strong lines.
but slip over pebbles
 like how that river
makes an ocean
by the tune of bluegrass
Love the image, feeling of these lines. I find the double "but" awkward but that might suit the N. "by" the tune is just awkward for me.

I was 5 years old once
I took a knife and was
an etch in a cedar sapling
Now I drag my pinky
In those ridges until
My hands realize
the nickname only
dad remembers
All strong.

In green I spent
A lifetime
Or 5 minutes
Truth is a heartbeat
because turning 6 feels like 
the end
and an escape
that will never
ask you when
Works for me.

A good one, thanks for the read.