on having green(ing) eyes

these can be emeralds,  
kept in a polished exhibit;    
spotlight can strike them and they    
are apt to strike back,    
spilling the rapture    
of an audience -    
held high above the dress,    
the perfectly prepared,    
made-for-this-occasion    
type of visual event.    
oh,    
they can be the gems of the showcase    
but most days,      
     
they are much more like    
     
glitters of pickles you requested    
peeking from under the bun,    
satisfaction sent, delivered -    
faster than expected, a    
     
yes!    
     
dollar bill corner    
winking from your freshly dried jeans pocket,    
     
yes,    
     
young lawn clippings on their curb pillows
drowsy jade
you notice just before the      
younger smell  
     
nuggets! thought lost - sitting in your grinder    
an innocent upward smile that giggles ooo,      
tonight gonna be    
at the very least,      
a good time    
 
the fourth clover leaf,    
and the third,  
     
the pet-store conure's cheeks    
that plumage perked up to some punchline    
unheard,    
     
alarm clock digits    
ticking closer    
to the number    
you want -    
need -    
     
the kind that, open-eyed, can wink -    
     
that    
is more    
my kind of green.