little pouches of sweet-sour taste
nobody can appreciate that.
so they sit on grocery store shelves
growing sad and old
until some pitying soul comes along
at a loss for their red counterparts
and settles for some lucky bag of
little pouches of sweet-sour taste.
the rest just smile and say goodbye
why be jealous?
green grapes are not green with envy,
so they sit
and stare and watch the red grapes
all taken home
one by one
until nothing remains
but those sad green grapes.
and i look upon them
in their sweet-sour grace
as i can only pick one.
such a shame
i wish i could save them all,
sad green grapes.