I work in the GreensA Poem by softiesongbirdMostly for an assignment for EcoArt, I was planting some things in our garden and the feelings washed overI work in the greens Drenched from the heat Heavy from the weight of it I only stop to take a drink To be able to continue without collapse The smell comes not from me But from the flowers The dirt The torn leaves Even the air trapped in the greenhouse It all feels green " Musty, hot, heavy, stiff, and enclosed But so full of life that it is difficult to breathe © 2020 softiesongbird |
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