poem drafts

The thing about the color green

It is so easily related to Envy or jealousy

The American dollar

Nature and plants

Jade or emerald

But when I think of the color green

I think of the green couch that has been in the family room for ages

The same green couch where if you lost a sock, it's most likely in the cushion

I think of the green weeds that sprout in the yard, like the undead

No matter how many you pluck

They always come back

The worst part about yard work was picking each one but knowing it won't stay clean forever

But when picking the clovers I always took some time to look for a four leaf one

However I never found it

That's just my luck

But when I think of the color green I also think of my mom

How she always picks the green chips in sequence

She says it's good luck

Funny, my sister picks the Blue Chips for the same reason

I wonder, who's luckier

But now, what pops up first when I think of green is the eyes of my cat Rosie

Because I am lucky to have her

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I have an idea

But don't get your hopes up

I never said if it was a smart or good one

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I'm noticing that I'm not the most communicative person

I am never the first to text, call, or email

Ironic seeing how I'm always on my phone

It's easy to send a text or an email

Even easier to call someone

Just a click away

But I don't think I would know what to say

So much easier to stay silent

I don't know what to talk about

But if someone calls me, I'll answer

If someone texts me, I'll reply

Just, how do I start.