GREEN BY GAVIN LIU
I move in circles of green reed flute in hand, I go to find the wise oak tree where hobbits shine – where hobbits shine
under sun dreaming a faraway sea where chartreuse sugarcane is sown and olive frogs croak merrily across emerald green – across emerald green
splattered mountains under the moon
I move in circles of juniper green upon meadows and under clouds that gleam wandering into – wandering into
forests mighty, and I turn to meet a golden sax’s eye greeting me from halls of mossy stone. I see how green – how green the distant brush was grown