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The Quality of Greenness

“Greenness" refers to the state of being green, encompassing environmental sustainability, fresh vegetation (verdure), or lack of maturity/experience. It denotes ecological consciousness in business and lifestyle, but historically implies inexperience and youth

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early May, rainy day,

stay inside, doing inside things,

glancing outside and the

outside slaps me back hard!

fresh across my face

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oh it’s been spring for awhile

and it symptoms are unmistakably

May~ish; But today,

amidst the overcast tried and truish gloom,

a mere sideways glance make the heart

prance, the skin to tingle and all these

senses jangle and jar in unison like a

hopeful newly remarried widowed person

 

there is green and there is the quality of greeness;

the verdurous luxuriant shaded colors of like,

a sole tapestry of green upon green, vigor personified,

coordinated like different textiles, all inter-textured,

all variegated green, and I am struck by the knowing,

the slow grind of being upended by-the~suddenness of the

where of the how, the year disappears and still feeling the

slowing arcticicty of a signaling of the seasonality,

of the winters side of the border now being crossed,

and forgetting the residual curses with which it was “blessed;”

 

and the nearness of… the airy qualities of

sunlight rising and summer breathing lifting…

 

and it strikes me so hard for it is an

expression of teeming life, a resurgence of

new chances and renewal squealing of a body’s warmth,

unlike no other; but the best, the finest sense is that of

of the naivety of innocence, and for a moment, just, for

a moment the green is subsumed and I, old man, I,

maturing into a youthful white, and the hoary pastel of

aged paleness, is re-covered like old linoleum,

and well disguised, and even shining hidden…

 

postscript

————-

I look back, over my shoulder,

smiling, wondering from whence

 

these words came within / from;

but I know, they,

will and were always within me stored, recorded,

all I needed do was a recombinant rebirthing,

dancing them anew in a differing combination

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Written by
nat-lipstadt
99 / M / NYC/Lippstadt/Kraków
Published
May 9
Lines·Words
46·338
Notes

323pm

Sabbath May 9

anno bis millesimo vicesimo sexto

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