Green’s not very green*
it takes the red-brown of oak
to make it alive
the squares all greeny
began to shimmer wild-like
it needed the red
Driving home I see
the clouds dark blue-grey and pink
flags of deer flying.
Yelling in my ear.
You yell. You yell. You yell more.
I think about lunch.
* I couldn’t decide between this and
Green can be too green*
it takes the red-brown of oak
to make it alive
