Jaundiced Eye

Her eyes are green

Like the trees in mid-Spring

Verdant, blooming

While I’ve hardly taken root.

Her eyes shine in the light

So mesmerizingly

Like the emerald around her neck

That I could never afford.

My eyes are also green

But not in the same way as hers;

They’re more like the limes I taste

Whenever I see her.

My eyes are much more dull

Like an old, crinkled bill;

Even the Jacksons peeking out of her wallet

Want to be her, too.

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