A Love Once Green

Sometimes across this planet
and from a star,
I look at you
or off towards where you are
across the quilt of states
out on the farthest shore
in contemplation of
what time can bring
to love once green.

The rains climb down
and nourish fruits and grain
the mountains creak with age,
the valleys strain;
the surf rolls up, not seeing or remembering
a love so long ago, once green.