your thumbs
are not green. trees
shun you. turn brown
at your touch.
plants recoil
when you approach.
even the grass and weeds
in your yard
recede as you step
forward to examine
their condition.
so you leave them
alone, let them be.
never bringing them
into your house.
it's mutual this
feeling you have
for anything that's
green.
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