What would Dostoevsky say?

What Color, Grass?

What color is

grass 

today?

Through opalescent

filtered light

not the same

as tonight.

See, I rise:

earth hits the skies

azure stone

settles my eyes.

Tear-tones

leaking laser-

cut crystalline

star flashes.

What shades of

grass emerge?

rough edges

erased to shine.

On the cusp

of its zenith

the sun sucks

and grey-washes.

Mutating marbled

erasing away

receded rolling

Green Granite Grey

"There is no subject so old that something new cannot be said about it," Fyodor Dostoevsky.
(Although it was forbidden by his parents, Dostoyevsky liked to wander out to the garden of the hospital where his father worked with the poor. The patients sat in the garden to catch a glimpse of the sun. The young Dostoyevsky spent time with these patients and listened to their stories.)  I'm off to work, hospital, hand therapy, with stories to listen to......