Green

I
got
my
first
pair
of
glasses
in
the
4th
grade.
There
are
many
stories
based
on
those
glasses
but
this
is
not
about
those.
I
have
noticed
that
because
my
eye
sight
is
so
poor;
I
can
smell
extremely
well.
It
has
come
to
guide
me.
This
sense
has
taken
me
through
this
spring
into
summer.
Lilacs,
grape
vines,
peonies.
This
morning
I
was
watering
the
garden
as
the
sun
crept
into
the
day.
There
it
was.
Heat
lifting
off
of
pavement,
and
dust,
and
green.