MONEY GREEN

Not comfortable on this trip
money green hills
and a high sky blue
laced with a powder
and a single dazzling diamond
my seat holds me
as her old kingdom wizens by
tombstone for my well being
I sit juxtapose
to the cow in the field
eating freely, travelling his own land
my corporal soul marches without me
beauty, the acid, fertilizes pain
feel the rain
it beats the soil and the cow
harvest the view
as it fades past your sandy eyes


-Bradford Peyton