Yellow
It’s how I learned to laugh at the moonlight, and reuse reusable things
Save electricity, and like the color yellow.
She’s the woman behind the pearl clip-on earring,
And white cake with butter cream frosting
I know why I love cold days and rainy nights,
When her smirk of needlessness to go out wades sitcoms in.
All the potpourri flowers can’t last to her fragrance,
Crimson satin drawer pillows and apple peels, perfect ripe ribbons,
Roses, and dove soap,
Fried egg sandwiches on crumb-free bread.
Grass on her lawn holds no candle to green,
Compare to her field of long-stem billowing tulips
Her great beauty, her yellow buds of glory.
-Jess
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