Sunday, July 10, 2011


Folded and stuffed into wallets,
Lopped off with saws and piled,

Verdant, lively, fresh, and young,
By Nature, illness, or envy stung,

Lime, forest, sea, pea, grey, Granny Smith—
This Irish hue, environmentally aware,

Color of my mother-in-law’s oldest cars,
Oklahoma skies on spring afternoons,

Yellow and blue locked in an embrace,
The woody god’s vined, knotted face—

Oh, jolly giant, gather your newest fruits.

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