A row of yellow houses
sat in the sun
while the goldfinches
chattered,
acknowledged
in their lesser shades
of glory
I sat in the shadow
of a red oak tree
and drew their feathered,
frantic souls
next to stiller,
yellower
houses
next to a stiller,
yellower sun
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