she palms the stack of green paper,
freshly spit out of the
ATM.
counts it once, twice –
all as should be
and returns to the office.
(it doesn’t feel as heavy
in her bag
as expected)
she gets back and works
longer days – one hour,
two hours. it makes no
difference to her.
(the paychecks are
thicker
each time)
and one day her boss
signs her holiday agreement.
she’s surprised to realize:
it has already been
one year.
(how did that happen?)
she goes to a little hotel
outskirts of town.
her room overlooks
a forest.
green, as far as the eye
can see.
she gets lost more times
than she’d care to admit;
fills up two memory cards
with photos of hikes.
this green is all-encompassing,
powerful.
(when she gets back,
she quits her job)
tuckedintoacorner 
Two very different types of green.
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Thanks. I didn’t fancy going the typical envy route, and I suspect I had a story in mind when I wrote this.
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