Poem: 7. Green | Poetry | Hudson Valley | Chronogram Magazine
7. Green

You’re in a place, in a place
I’m not sure, maybe a tree
a certain tree.
You have enough interest and ability—
so does Verna, by the way—
to move stuff into storage
I’ve seen her father do that
but you, you dye the inside of your mouth
green, you want to experience St. Patty’s Day.

Difficult to investigate isn’t it
what with all this biomimicry
yet you must know by now
that you hold a moss raincoat
and Verna one of softening lime.


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