Green Ties

New times, time for new ties. Blending into a brighter new, branches intertwining breaking at every link in the fence. Crisscross, back and forth, in and out, twisting as crackling gives voice. Spine crinkled in my plain white shirt smelling of sun- shinning into a blinded eyes. Shadows in the lids, painted with deep reds and earthy orange, pinks and light blues. Tears drip, where is this? Rooted down, not floating but growing up. Tense, dry bark. The scratching nails ripping away toxicity bleeding milk. Bright greens storming out, burped out to uncover the broccoli stench. Impurities flying away into the ozone. Seeing is believing, I see it, I believe it, “stay strong” I remember. Seeping stopped, melted caress on the surface becomes hardened. It has past.