Shadows of Green

What are we to do
when green is gone?
what ungreen thoughts
will fringe our barren branches,
stripe these pale grasses;
stain the pepper and the grape,
frame our flowers and feed our fruit?
How will we breathe?

Ah, yes --
red, oranges, and purples --
or perhaps
together
this yellow grass
and that blue sky
will blend in memory of past artistic fusions
and green will live on in their shadows.






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