Nature/Forgiving

Green like the earth, green as a nostalgic feeling for nature, and green beneath our feet. The eucalyptus that hung from my shower head was the closest I'd feel to it now. The obligatory green patches between houses, like a commiseration prize given to those who moved too far to see the rolling hills from their window ledge. A house plant in the bathroom with drooping plastic leaves and toothpaste splodges dotted on them. No soggy branches or the soothing rush of running streams as they roll and flush over stones leaving them sticky with fresh water. I closed my eyes in the shower to imagine a waterfall of blue, blue water. Almost artificially blue. It was somewhere you could never find if you were looking. I crunch my toes on the thriving bed of rain forest. I must be alive here, I must need no food nor shelter. Simply the rush, the natural gush of shimmering, cool droplets. My shower is on. My eyes are open and I see no waterfall but my plant has brown tips where I forgot to give it water.





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