I Know Them Green

Meet me above,
Meet me below,
Meet me in my dreams
If you don't want to wait.
Not your kind of fancy,
My kind of a thing.
This is not a tragedy.

Meet them in-between.
They don't bring death,
When they've been tamed.
They don't bring misunderstandings,
When everybody talks loud.
They cannot hide their bareness,
On the street where everybody walks.

They will never bear dark red.
They will never bear white, either.
They will never bear.
This is not a tragedy.

I don't know them bare,
But I don't mind them bare.
I don't know them yellow,
But I don't mind them yellow.
I know them green.
The only kind of green I like.
The only kind of green I care about.
Not the other green.

I don't know you bare,
But I don't mind you bare.
I don't know you yellow,
But I don't mind you yellow.
The only kind of green I like.
The only kind of green I care about.
Not the other green.

- March 07th and 12th, 2016


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