Green like his
eyes
Green like the grass
where I used to sit
in the shade,
beneath trees,
with a book,
reading away my reality
Green like the car
we called a boat
that didn’t have
working seat belts
in the back.
Green like the magnolias
that bloomed while he
waxed his yellow truck
Green like the air
around us
when he left
Green like his
eyes
