The Sky Looks Green To Me

The street where the magnolias bloom
Slopes gently down
Towards the station
But the view
Looks like somewhere else

The sturdy mansions
Of the rich
Line the streets
Where the magnolias bloom

Nomadic America
And the floating state

The sky looks green to me
Errors in time knitted by light
And the ringleader of a gang-rape
And a twenty-second birthday

The sky looks
The sky looks
The sky looks to me

Poem by Unknown