Yellow
Yellow leaps, flipping, dashes wild,
Then spins and flits.
Plays twister and racket ball.
Yellow is camping late August.
Feels like pudding skin.
Smells Gray Poupon and makes me grin.
Dying oak leaves early fall on the branch,
A speeding squirrel by day,
Nighthawk screech in the muffled night.
Imagination flapping on the edge of insane.
Whimsy, class clown, calls the sun to birth.
Yellow shows off.
Fierce fire works’ grand finale.
Shuffling cards and county-fair fun house.
Yellow is silly.
Swooping swallows.
Squirrel chatter, and boogie-woogie piano.
Yellow is frisky, barks at shadows.
And bounces really high.
Rabbits run like yellow.
Copyright © Larry Logan | Year Posted 2018
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