the green is back on my tongue
and i'm not
staring into teacups anymore
but instead i am
i am living inside of them
do you think i should find
a new home?
but all
i see
is green on green
and all
i see
is soft focus on our feet
and all of it
if i could find a tree for us
to hide in
you know we could stay here
the rest of our lives
if i could find a tree for us
to hide in
you know we could stay here
i hope you can understand
how light can play
glinting
off steaming water
i hope you don't just
see it all as
waveforms and fluidity formulas
like they all seem to
i hope you can see
the green on my tongue
finding yours…
yet all
i see
is green on green
and all
i see
is soft focus on our feet
and all of it
if i could find
a tree for us
to hide in
you know we could stay here
the rest of our lives
if i could find
where the nerve connects to the eye-
we could see this from the canopy
but i'm still waiting
for spring
on cobblestones
you're still standing
on a manicured lawn
watching the light
pass through the trees
i wish i could find
out why
we never seemed to fit
maybe it was all the time we wasted
inside that tent
summer's come and gone,
now leave your floral dreams behind
i will think twice
before i plant my orchid this time.