my lucky leprechaun shoes and lamp glow green
my right eyed contact case compartment bears this ever omni-present projectory of certain verdant streams...
GREEN
IS THE COLOR OF:
the slime- of our snotty-nosed opponents who come with parents, supporters, and their banners who have appeared to have played together since the beginning of time...
a very prominent hue of hope
the luck of the Irish
the lack of distinction between 3 & 4 leaf clovers
a shade of envy
the source of greed
the shade of "YOUT" and being wet around the ears...
every inch and crevice from between your toes and those episodes you've clocked in thyme memoria
the color of those eggs with ham when my name is Sam I Am
that magic carpet that works, but short of amazing when you're barefoot
your first and only golf lesson because your father commented it being a major waste of time but you also found gentlemen only ladies forbidden to be the dumbest acronym EVER.
I hear the sound of my angry lawn mower
the itch when turf pollen gits into your shorts
that uber-sticky pop-up amalgamation that collects in your nose & has a partayyy!
That day and group that made you want to sing with a stuffy nose
that St. Augustine crop that your father hated creeping into the yard
that polka-dotted bow that Kelly wore in her hair
that too fair a complexion
like a chilled green grape
his warm wool argyle hunting socks,
AND that curious chlorophyll plant photosynthesizing sunlight into chemical energy
my internal liquid kryptonite...
Yesterday's basil pesto-
your soft spot for pasta
Popeye's source of strength
The smell of an al dente banana that's still got some time,
ripe and ready
the purest strain of olive oil
that love affair between blue and yellow
and the sky & sunshine's love child.
Supposedly once the former flag of Libya from 1977–2011 & the ONLY monochromatic one in the world,
that perfectly chilled apple with the highest optimal crunch factor
my ode to granny smith
Listening to the happiest leaf
that furry creep
the gloss of moss
that medicinal woman Mary Jane
and what rained down on the cast of any characters on that nickelodeon show "You Can't Do That on Television" whenever they said "i don't know"
the scent of your kiss under the mistletoe
the traditional color of Islam. the robe and banner of Muhammad, and those fortunate enough to live in paradise wearing silk robes of it...so I hear...
YET you miss:
the color of your sister's mahjong set
her big ass furry G _ _ _ _ yard
the shade of any food my niece refused to eat for 10 years of her life
her honest hue
the color of your favorite crayon
the first freckles of spring
the armpits of a pistachio
the perfect playground
your nephew Jack's favorite Peanuts PJ set_ that you want an adult replica of...
your FURRY SLEEVES and shoes have accumulated playing too much,
my adolescence-
that layer cake you danced along on Cinnamon Hill Drive
a triumphant shade of velvet of my first official couch
blessed growth
that noble fir
mother nature's dance = abundance
and so you love to run your index along that moss...
TIS the reason for every season
the joy of guac
my jungle stripes
amazonia
my will
... wanton...
the woes when the chimichurri dance in your mouth runs out on the meat.
TIS the ivy that brings you to your knees...
the sway of your hammock
what makes your insides dance a jig and keep you regular
the impetus of your ridiculous slide tackles
your modus operandi
and OF COURSE the color of my truest love...
our game. (o:
Fair is the field's complexion- if not forever verdant. #MEANANDGREEN #ALLDAYLONG #FORTHELOVEOFUTBOL
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