Craving Green

Maybe a flower pot on a ledge,
Maybe some leaves on a tree,
These are the only greens I see.

Maybe chopped in a salad,
Maybe pesto on spaghetti,
These are the only greens I see.

Maybe a man's spring jacket,
Maybe a woman's fitted tee,
These are the only greens I see.

Here I am
Writing against a tree
Stereotypically.
People sitting all around me
In the park, to just be.

In the hands of a man,
Flowers are cut so perfectly,
These are the only greens I see.

Flowers in shops,
A few tree tops,
Florence doesn't hold much greenery.