Green In High Summer Poem by Bryan Riley

Green In High Summer



'There's a storm coming, ' he said.
'Just a passing front, ' I replied.
'Nothing to it. Shouldn't last long.'
'Anything, ' he chuckled, 'to keep the
lawn before it burns out.'

I knew what he meant.
We spoke in a common tongue;
the language of our ancestors,
the language of earth-
the same dirt from which we
were both sprung, from which we
drew our commonality.

I knew EXACTLY what he meant-
death is inevitable.
It doesn't matter if you
burn out or fade away, and
only the wealthy can afford
green in high summer.

Tuesday, May 20, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: relationships
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Based on a 30-second conversation, all of which is recorded in the first stanza of the poem.
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Bryan Riley

Bryan Riley

Salem, Massachusetts
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