Green

And when we’re nearly ninety-nine

Fading, yet certain of our fate and the love it made with us

Green still, relatively so

We’ll walk, treasuring the sands, the time

Rey

I had a Dream
I persecuted him
I cross-examined him
Until the scales of justice shone into my eyes
Then came dawn
I looked and saw his name
Rey, a prince of light
I spared his life

I was a dream
Pursued by him
He bided his time
My green eyes and my green dress stole his sanity
Then we danced
He jumped and took my hand
It was the city lights
He saved my life

Undistracted

I watched
You watch
The fleeting snow
Before it took its leave
You put down your go

What did it tell you
What it told me
That bruises aren’t all bad
That time heals
All things

We saw
The three of us
You, me and the sky
The blue-green in our eyes’ skies
Not one can predict us

Lincoln Green

Why if we scream
Are we questioned
Our sanity
Our faithfulness
Our allegiance with true patriots

What of war cries
Of the war crimes
Our eyes opened
Our sleeves rolled-up
Our feet planted where lies cannot stand

When Good returns
To the Empire
Who’ll be kneeling
Who’ll be weeping
Who’ll be seeing that they have no clothes

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Spring Green

There was in that dark house
A dark corner
Barricaded by a bookcase
Shelves of borrowed, unused wisdom
Visitors might only glimpse

One trying afternoon
Two deja vu’s too many
A final conversation
A one-sided determination
A voice overdue journeyed forth

And She Said
Let there be light
For She Knew
There should be light
There can be color

There in the aftermath
A dark mess
Cobwebs and chipped paint
A different bookcase revealed
She scrubbed and painted Green

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Gabled Walls

We are the In
Between
The Middle
Absorbing and reflecting back
All the inspiration they have inside

We are the Many
Around
The Gate
Herding and harnessing 
All the good they long to give

Target

I loved that puppy
He had green glasses

Always a new, too-short beard
And too-high ears

The sass behind the glass of his eyes
Filled me with words

He’ll never know
He was framed

Dense

Within the deep green foliage 
I see colors promising
To burst up through the day’s wreckage 
And say that all’s okay
But I’m telling you 
I tell myself
All they are 
Are liars

Charms

Some fine day
One lucky mate
While others clutch their pints
We’ll set a spell
Watch, then walk on by 
Into the green
Arm in arm
Click our heels 
There’s your magic