Yellow

I set the blue balls
	on the
green table
	and make
yellow

Nothing is like
yellow
	nor these
gestures
	or maple
leaves falling
	in
October’s forest
	nor
curried rice
	the lack of
courage or
	ancient
paper rolled &
brittle

Yellow is yellow

Fallen leaves
	died
somewhere in
September
	curry is
hot as white rice
is small
	as courage
is hard to find by
itself
	old paper
is old by the same
gesture

Yellow is not
mustard
	(jaundice
sunlight or book
covers)

Yellow surrounds
& associate
	in disguise
	with other
colors
 

	and is 
never gold lime
	lemon
banana #2 pencil
	blue balls
green table or
gestures

Yellow is yellow
	that’s
enough
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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