Verde

IN A POSITION TO GROW THE UNGROWABLE

Verde is the hue that lifts us

to catch the sky.

From our once dry and desolate array,

verde touches the void of dust.

Verde is the filament that stretches

over our wings.

Verde fibers in the soul,

creeps in the vine beyond the border

into another country. Verde

carries with it a song.

It eases our rage and tumult.

It clears our veins

for flow, down to our confined heart.

Verde calms our throat

so the chords sing

a sonata filled with rain

Verde pokes holes for the sun

to join in

Verde, then, allows all to feel

the movement

of growth.