I think I know which green I want, which green is better.

GREENING BY MARY MANDEVILLE 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 82

FALLOW

Your hand cooled in mine as you slipped away.

Scooped into a measuring cup of stars aimed toward true north,

you melded into greening columns of light in a northern midnight sky.

While the world was Juning, you Novembered, Decembered, and disappeared.

Un-sistered, I sat and wept. Brothered, I…