(inspired by the book)
"So many shades of green"
My poetic son sighs at the sight
Of the Scottish Highlands.
Today we are talking.
Yesterday we had words.
Angry words
Over my voiced sadness
At the sight of an old man
In the Edinburgh train station at 8:30 a.m.
Ordering a Scotch at 8:30 a.m.
He said it was none of my business
To be sad over early whiskey.
I rile at his notion
That my feelings over such things are not right.
Not so much over his defense of an alcoholic old man,
But his nerve to judge my feelings over such things.
But today we both see green.
So many shades - so many feelings
All green.
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"So many shades of green"
My poetic son sighs at the sight
Of the Scottish Highlands.
Today we are talking.
Yesterday we had words.
Angry words
Over my voiced sadness
At the sight of an old man
In the Edinburgh train station at 8:30 a.m.
Ordering a Scotch at 8:30 a.m.
He said it was none of my business
To be sad over early whiskey.
I rile at his notion
That my feelings over such things are not right.
Not so much over his defense of an alcoholic old man,
But his nerve to judge my feelings over such things.
But today we both see green.
So many shades - so many feelings
All green.
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