Emerald Coat

She only hugs me
tighter when the wind picks up
fear and tosses it wickedly
through early fall air. I am proud

to say my hue draws
attention. She blushes
and says thank you as if
they were complimenting her, as if

it were her radiant skin
brightening up the morning. But
she can talk—I can’t. So
there’s that.

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