GREEN OVER BLUE

I’ve known the broken seed
the barren root of 
seedless oranges of the
orange tree and bare 
spot of earth where 
grey horse gallop thunderous
hoof over bone.

I’ve known the sea’s murky floor
dusty and full of tiny white fish 
under the sand sifting for 
pleasures of the deep
while gulls and doves 
search for their journey of land 
where land is her body;
my country
the island of wheat and 
yellow grain swaying 
within her hands
where illustrious infinity 
sojourns in half moons 
of her fingernails and beaded 
water on small feet.

Ah, yes I know this flower
a cardinal aurora dahlia 
blossoming at her side diurnal.
I know roots bearing tears 
from torn openings, her eyes
feeding undiminished 
fruits and plants along paths
where her mouth raised them.

I know this fruit.
I’ve known this fruit.