Green Room

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Tonight
bright green has drunk the earth
into itself
oceaning inhabitants

The young men
have no moss
protecting them

One glassy owl hooting
in her gleaming tree
distracts

They fall to war, some break –
shattered bits of jade
splinter from the chain

Only ageless crickets
celadon themselves
and older men no longer green
are left to try to sing.

 

Helen Bruner is a member of Marin Friends Meeting, San Rafael, CA (PYM).

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