The Greening, Poetry by Katherine Hauswirth

WILDsound Writing and Film Festival Review

Genre: Society

The Greening
by Katherine Hauswirth

When you first behold all
eighteen shades of green
kept fresh with
piped-in mist,
piled high and plush on
Brazilian hardwood,
you understand

There’s nothing like when you
roll the moist tiles of
“nature’s velvet”
in your hand

They’ve retrained truffle pigs
in Southern France
to hunt the choicest squares

Or young locals
hike deep in and
carve the green from
rims of shaded boulders
with X-acto knives

Most of us reap
our spongy sections from
the string of mossyards
squeezed between
Long Island’s
East End wineries

Where tipsy tourists pay
to roll around
on the lushest patches,
pay even more to
cut their own

All this
to feel something
spring back,
turn it over and
find clinging dirt
of black and
brilliant pedigree.

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