Now I know what the
algae was for.
All day it
sprinkled - not
A rain. Not
A
drizzle, but
A
falling fog.
The deck turned green with
Maybe algae?
Maybe
moss?
Some green
sliding substance
That made me slip.
I tore
a great big hole
In
the seat of my pants
Where I'd
failed
To nail
The
nail in
all the way.
Green like a
frog's belly,
A slip-n'-slide,
Or some slipping random
river rock.
I cursed the stuff
And wished
The boards had been
weather-proofed.
An
honest mistake.
'Coz now the
frost has come
And turned that
great green fog on wood
To
emerald dew
While
I cried with you.
The only
happy tears I've ever shed
Were
in our bed
Let forth and blue--out through
A dazzling hue,
a stunning shade--
Your green in my
grayed eyes--
Like you, a hazed green slate-
A cunning fate.
The emeralds on the deck make me know
I was right.