the good side

the forest green carpet has brown and black
geometric shapes , like styleized shadows and branches
and i have recently vacuumed from it several handsfull of hair
both blond like hers and grey like mine and red like it used to be
as well as lint fleeced into thin strips that disappear beneath the machine's head.
kelly greens and spring greens cover the bench
and outside the window, through slat, the yard across the street
looks weedless and mowed and edged. suburban green.
green as the good side, soothing , sunlight filtered through biology
into an  invitation to spread your blanket in the shadow
lie down look up at the falcons hunting under the large oak
nestled in the middle of the graveyard where your family is buried.
a train rolls by , hollering into the future and travelers wait at the crossing
watching you and the hawks and a child move  between
the sunlight filtering through the cars  like wings or flags or shades.