IN THE GREEN

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By Iñaki Dominguez

Green grows deep in the forest,

slithering up the tall trees,

digging holes in the brown earth.

The earth rumbles and quakes,

yearning to free itself

from the shackles of green

tethered to its arms and legs.

Soon all is slathered in the lime color

as a green mist gathers and circles.

SHACKLES OF GREEN

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By Iñaki Dominguez

Green grows deep in the forest,

Slithering up the tall trees,

Digging holes in the brown earth.

The earth rumbles and quakes,

Yearning to free itself

From the shackles of green,

Tethered to its arms and legs.

Soon all is slathered in the lime color

As a mist of green encircles us all.

A NIP IN THE AIR

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A nip in the air.

A chill in my bones.

The Dead will be here.

And in our own homes.

Palm trees will shiver.

The whole ground will quake.

Up from the river.

Or the nearest lake.

Take me far away.

From this creepy place.

Let us run and pray.

Make an about face.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist