Sometimes luxury is as simple as a window with green outside i look past the couch to the many-tinctured leaves and am grateful and i realize that greenery (plant-life) is not incidental or purely aesthetic it doesn't have to be scientific or environmental it is eye-medicine as well as ALL those other things it is why IKEA peoples their displays with trailing plants (even if they are plastic) and it's why new suburbs feel painful to me like the raw injured earth is crying from the push of jagged buildings and like roads are the black of creeping death. It is why my daily walks populate my phone with the same kinds of pictures every time. Green is my peace my breath, my blanket, my smile, my pillow... my good night's sleep.
Green is My Breath
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Out of the Cave 
a lovely ode to ‘Green’ ; you may recall I wrote one earlier with the imaginative title ‘Green’ 🙂
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Yes I remember it. 😊 I almost called this Green and then decided to pick up a line from the poem.
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it was a good move: we can’t have two poems with the same unimaginative title 🙂
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Oh yes, I feel your sentiments here! The final stanza is the perfect ending 😊
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Thank you! ☺️
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A lovely poem.
With our current lock-down we have had to rely on lots of green eye medicine.
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Oh yes. We Aussies are so spoiled.
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Victoria back in lock down though. Hope it’s not for too long!
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🤞🤞
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