An Admission of Jealousy

topiary

Avocado flesh scooped with a spoon
To make guacamole out of your fibered chambers

And limes that are sectioned or chilies
Which are cut into thin strips – to garnish the heart

And greens make you go to the mirror
When you feel a little migraine taking over

After all who admits to having a green monster appear
Once in a while, taking you hostage

And even outdoors the lawn rises from all corners
Engulfing you inside a green prison – with no bars

And moss start to grow on your limbs
And you find yourself a bryophyte specimen

And when everything turns green, you take a step back
And try to become as cool as a gherkin or zucchini

As you take a hedge-cutter and carve the greens
To your own heartfelt shapes – like hearts, starfish and diamonds

Beautiful designs that all of a sudden give
An extra lease in life, as beast turns to a prince

It seems topiary is in my genes

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