folk lore

Green the apple blaze
outside my remnant door.
I hold this and no more
in the eye like a kind of sea.

Green the going lung
that goes into the sea.
Green beyond the bell
that signals in the rain.

Three times it rings
in ears it brings
from across the bay
its green tonalities.

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Since I have come to hate Nature & its Poetry

Lynn Emanuel

A gill on

stone-ledge

fence and ivy converged

the limestone face

here drilled quiet

of a different order however I try

my language outside

these furious engines

I am outside what I know I want to say

and the Air is green