I spy with my naked eyes…
The man in the pistachio green shirt,
taking the dark spring green leaves
to the neon green trash can
besides the corrugated green fence of the compound
with the Dartmouth green gate.
I even spy another pigment of green
across the road in the neighbour’s quarters
bordered by lush green trees and the palm green of the date tree.
How many greens do you spy?
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha