Green

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There may be more varieties of green
than any other color. This is why
our brains adore it; this is what we mean
when we refer to nourishing the eye.
There’s spring and olive, Kelly, drab and pea.
No other color clashes by its side.
The only verdant negatives we see
are green for envy, mold, or pesticide.

We should have picked some other tones of ink
to print our currency. Our choice of hue
is counter to its clarity. I think
we ought to make our money honest blue
and strong as currents, red as all our debt,
on white of industry, lest we forget.

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