Green

From leaves of grass,

to dappled canopy. A natural breath

lush as a hummingbird’s sheen.

The sweet tang of starfruit 

on sticky, tinged tongues,

dripping from mint-freshened mouths.

I’ll be here in the sky when

rain falls, skipping through ivy entwined

in celadon tiles.

From seaglass found tumbled on

lakebed shores, I flow as kelp through current.

Evergreen elegies

and endocrine endogeny,

laurels resting in victory,

listlessly.

The kelly green glimmer of a bottle at sea–

washed up ashore,

for only my eyes to see.