as long as we look green

the grass on your front lawn is
the devilish kind of green
growing sicker
and brighter in the sun

and your windows shine with
smudged luminescence
blurring your father's smiling face into
swirls of tan
and red
and piercing blue-green

but it's 3:32 and
it's tuesday afternoon and
the tree in the backyard
(the sturdy one in
the shade) is
on fire but 
our lawn is still green.