yes, they’ll all come to meet me
arms reaching, smiling sweetly
it’s good to touch the green, 
green grass of home

~ tom jones

green 
turquoise the walls
maybe be 
let’s though call them 
green 
so

green
that being said 
after an hour many
with four walls staring
surrounding submerging you 
them anything would too turn 
green

and everything is
green and submarine

~ pink floyd

anyone
too

green
stare too long into the abyss
too, and back it will
at you, maybe that too 
be what we fear, that
it be nothing we see
but

green

that all we be
be walls

green

yes, we’ll all be together 
in the shade of the old oak tree 
when we meet beneath the green, 
green grass of home

~ joan baez

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Jeremy Fernando reads, writes, and makes things. He is the general editor of Delere Press; curates the thematic magazine One Imperative; is the Jean Baudrillard Fellow at The European Graduate School; co-creator of the private dining experience, People Table Tales; and the writer-in-residence at Appetite, the sensorial laboratory exploring the cross-roads of food, music, and art.