For Lynn

The green-eyed girls

Crying emeralds all over

Drip dropping peridots

Down the staircase

 

One's begging

"Please don't look

You mustn't see

Me weeping secret shades of green"

 

But sun peeks mosses creep

And you stare and stare and stare

Scrambling with meager hands

To steal what color that you can

 

One's laughing now

"You're a fool

To stow our fallen jewels

They'll all wither in your pocket"

 

But certain you've gathered 

Each seaglass teardroplet

Stuffed with jades and beaded strings

You'll hardly hear them whispering

 

"They're not enough

Those bits you keep

I know you won't remember me."