Green

Today was a green day
We wheeled, pajamaed, into the gardens

British and trimmed to exactitude
Grouped by colour and size

Bees surveilled the lavender in silence
Bobbing on hot noon currents

You whipped the end of a cigarette
With a taut index finger

I brushed a speck of it from my lashes
And licked another from my lip

The building crept across the lawn
Straight as a flat earth edge in a state of eclipse

Did you know that the basement of it
Hoards drums of plutonium?

We could be a mere sliver
Of any day from the apocalypse

And other topics of conversation

This poem appears in

Pass it Along