The worm had made it, <br />evaded all controls <br />arrived, fresh and alert <br />and looked around. <br />They'd placed him there, <br />among the lettuces and leeks, <br />a thousand acres of fine greens, <br />oh, he would thrive and stay alive! <br />Midmorning came, the little man <br />turned on the water, a fine mist <br />to freshen up the greens, <br />it caught him unawares, he fell, <br />was swept onto the vinyl floor <br />where fibers of a giant mop preside. <br />By afternoon he found himself, <br />in sorry state of health and mood, <br />inside a drain behind the store. <br />Surrounded by a thousand acres of <br />gray soapy scum and pastes of dirty brown. <br />It was, he mused, the way of things, <br />and he would now perceive all browns as greens.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/browns-into-greens/
