Green, In Paris
I'm walking under green trees in Paris.
Up, is a panoply of light, of green.
A green bird has escaped
and sings from sap-filled twig.
A tramp in green begs from a seat.
I see his money bag is green.
On Metro, and I am green to system.
Has my ticket green to be?
A bride comes forth on train
in white, with foliage spray
in all the colours of green known -
the best and brightest seen today!
3/18/2015
Copyright © Julia Ward | Year Posted 2015
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