A Shattered Green Color
What hangs from my eyes as
I look down?
Crystal pendulums spinning
in the sunlight’s rays.
Maybe they spin in fear of something new
being on the other side
by the time it gets back around?
A different environment.
Nothing special,
just a brilliant green
shattered among hazel tinted fragments
pieced together the day I was born.
As if a child were unhappy with his finished
puzzle; too perfect for his life.
It did not match, so he changed it
into the spacey depths of
green pendulums, swinging.
