(Still) Green Grass

I observe from a distance
the beautiful life
you have on exhibition

And I dare not even try to intercept
a cold of envy
from your attractive boutique of happiness,

I do not understand how you’ve gained
those stripes of smiles
you’ve been passing out
with such affection and generosity

So I turn myself around,
happy to return
to my side of the (still) green grass.