For some green
is the sweet sight
of life’s seasonal growth,
nature’s lovely note
wrote on a mudball canvass.

For me it is the shimmering grace
that gets caught
in the back of my throat
as I fail to catch my breath,
partially because I am stunned
but also because of my
****** allergies.

However,
for the darker
green things,
creeping,
and consuming
the people using
flat paper bills,
I am filled
with two parts dread,
one part jealousy,
and three parts regrets
for the time I wasted
pursuing a wasteland
of consumer goods.