Poetry in praise of Elizabeth May & Canada's Green Party

I'm so happy Canada has a sitting member whose constituency is Eaarth itself (after Bill McKibben). I've been inspired to write some poetry in praise of Elizabeth May who has been elected our first Green Member of Parliament.

"Green" is the first.
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GREEN

With an utterly cutting-edge type of green, the
leaf
is green and light as yr soul, and is poked
right
between the teeth. And once ground into mush
it’s
as easy for moles to chew it as mess for more.
Green!

And offshore winds blow seed, or the light-stemmed
weed,
spread-spreading them both, and as they do
so
both careening go like angels around the bay
And
the jaggy leaf, shoved by Time along the floor, its
leaf

body turn-turning into the rain, now looks like
a shore’s
mealy, lumpy grey-jacketed type of mold. And
after
the ground’s been dried & the ants have died,
both
leaves and ants will turn to sorrow, like a barn’s
sickly

floor, the sickly yellow sorrow found in an
                                                   autumn barn
But
for now a pre-Autumn green and the leaf in
                                                          the wind,
drift
together somehow and turn into sickle groves,
& shores,
and fields of moles who chew the light-stemmed weed.
Dreams!