I study the screen
searching your eyes
are they green like mine?
Green like the river
whose ripples relieve a wrought mind
Green like the rice fields
where strands upon strands of green
soften the seized landscape.
Green like conifers that twist and twirl
rows and rows of thick coarse hair
Green like ivy, which conquers walls
leaving windows looking out
Green like roadside trees, who hammer the
roofs of rush-hour traffic - after the rain
followed by teeming tears.
Green like cabbages, patches of green
nourishing the ground
Is he green like me?
I ache for green, I seek out green
I am green.

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