There were a few hours
a few days ago
that felt green
and slight and light-
I think my feet unsubmerged
just enough from spring mud to kick a cloud
before descending.

I knew even as moments ticked by
and I could barely swallow my verve,
it would not last
just as I knew
there is no such thing as always,
no matter what men say
with their mustachioed appeal.

I miss the green
and wonder
if I’ll ever be smart enough
not to be fooled by silly sweet words-
I think one of these days,
I will sink irrevocably
and won’t even know it.