as green as my mother/brother

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sometimes both of my eyes are as green as my mother/brother
and sometimes my kitchen walls dock on the magic carpet ride
color wheel wedge, from whence mother/brother and i do spy
miraculous flying fish leaping lively from deep-dish slices
of time outside her sundowner’s window. they leap with such
intensity we all swear it’s one hundred percent real, our
happiness, our green, hand-on-the-bible, evening time oath
(yes) i suppose one can say all of this wish-wash is un-
intelligible sea speak – i’ve had to do it a lot lately,
lie down in springtime, be perfectly prone in a mountain stream
just to begin to get an inkling of the kind of green we mean,
the green as green as my mother/brother and i/

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for PAD and Daily Post

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12 thoughts on “as green as my mother/brother

  1. “Deep-dish slices of time”
    You’ve always been good, but the way you weave your words keeps getting better and better.
    You pack a lot of story layers into one poem.
    Love!

      1. No way! Just write! Improvement was probably a wrong word – getting richer maybe? Layered. It’d be cool to see all your poetry in a pretty parchment, twine- bound book ❤️

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