Letter to Green

This entry is part 77 of 95 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Winter 2010-11


Weathered mountain laurel, green bush
under the trees. No tube of verdigris or beryl
could wash you drab. Nile green, emerald
and olive, scale of a fin disappearing in bottle-
blue water. Thumbnail of lime, salted kale,
rough my heart up in the pines. Bronzed
and bladed, apple-green, Prussian-sheened
and prismed, sometimes you hurt my eyes
but I can’t look away: set us all on fire.

Luisa A. Igloria
03 01 2011

In response to today’s Morning Porch entry.

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