bright green was the land
as if painted with tempera
by children painting boldly
with large brushes
and the sun is a mistaken streak
of yellow-green that drips
on a clothesline wash now
suddenly chartreuse.
my shimmering easel, then
it's apple-green recess
all the time when you dot the "i" in peridot.
and we're let out of school early
to make rhymes on cherished newsprint
the color of key limes
mary angela douglas 20 october 2007/rev. 3-11 february 2010
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