Green

In the twilight of my eyes
I bore witness
To the greeniest green I've ever seen
Lit high upon the treetops
Brought low to the ground
Upon the roofs of the rental cottages
On the singing quartet of mailboxes
The green was everywhere

A 1978 Chevrolet truck
Done in backyard camouflage
With those real life leaf stencils
That you might remember from grade school
But on this truck
Work just as well

A squinchy squnchy worm
Hanging from a thread
Seemingly there hanging in the air
To snag upon your hair
As you pass under
To decorate your summer outfit
As the finishing accessory
To make you 'Eek!'
When you notice in the mirror

The almost fakery green
Of the golf course
The one you hate
Perfectly flat eighteen holes
The only variation to straight
Being a dogleg in the ninth fairway
Just to keep you guessing

But my favorite
The explosion of green
Upon popping out of the forest
Unexpectedly into the bright sunlight
Green to the point of obscene
In uncountable hues
A chlorophyl overload
Enough to give me the shakes
Enough for me to get my fill