Green into Gray

I open a window.

The chimney is 
expelling my past.

I watch my old green 
dissolve into gray.  

Smoke enters my room. 

I can't see my face. 
The life I am became gray. 

"Close the window, ignore the past," 
those rich old cigars said.  

I can't! 
    It is not the past
you seek to ignore but
the evergreen present
we can't live without. 

Please, open your window, 
so you can see the Earth
      begging you: 
              Stop smoking gold! 

Clean your lungs by breathing the love 
your false diamond sparkles cannot buy.