On Envy

by Louis Lamanna

A lot of you,
I’m certain,
say that it is green.
Indeed it is verdant,
even un-ephemeral.

But I say that it is white
like the blanched face of a frozen
pine cone
hanging from the ridges
of an evergreen tree.

Dangling
inveigling.

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One response to “On Envy

  1. The poem on envy: Or like a wasps nest ready to protect what is justly its own.

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