Green

              2007 - 11 x 14 - edition of 22 - $250

 

 

 

 

                                   Green

 

I am the color green

your eyes crave.

 

Late March,

by now the pines

are insufficient.

 

I am that half-remembered

tender-green,

color of longing

 

curled in the earth

til the first inkling

of thaw

 

asleep in the deep

of a frozen pond,

a promise in my throat

 

I am on my way to you.

 

 
         
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