The Green Man
by Sebastian H Paramo


I wanted to crawl between threads
of deep fur. I wanted my hands to claw

into a realm, a place where indigo
carpet could be a shallow pool or wrong

colored lava. Here, I found him,
a soldier-posed. Some tiny

plastic thing. Missing in action.
He got tucked away & that night I slept on

the mattress & snuck out of bed
knowing the green man was alive

ready for hands to play.






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