Green Life

Sallow green,
tummy churns
hold it all in
what ever it is
until I can unload.

Oh, I’ve felt this before
felt the color of revolt
when combining
sugar, wheat,
and diet cokes.

White

White shutters slat the restaurant windows
I peer through. Sun rays shiny white fall onto
women in white bikinis.  They  strut  tan bodies
that shimmer from the slather of  sun block.

Two paintings of Snowy Egrets hang on the wall.

a picture of beauty and repose that make me more so.
Snowy petunias thrive at the entrance to the left,
made more brilliant against the backdrop of sand dunes.

Lunch is served, sautéed tilapia with creamy cole slaw.

I fill myself with food and cool, clear water, sit and soak
In time and place before I give up my seat.
Pearlescent is my car that sparkles in the parking lot,
White speaks to me, clears my mind, takes me home.

No Green:

(Not Sap, Thalo, Hookers, Lime, Celadon, Olive,
Jade, Phthalo, Viridian, Forest, Army, or Verdigris)

Green is not a color for a car of mine,

a house either, nor the walls inside.

It’s not a choice for me, not because

I don’t care for the color green, but rather

green has too much competition with the grass,

the trees, and the shrubbery. No green can

compare to the shades, hues, and the range

of green seen outside my door.