Curtis Johnson Poet Narrative

Yellow Roses 3

There's a thing I've done that I can't believe.
What on earth was I trying to achieve?
Things concerning the color of yellow.
Was it because I was a younger fellow?

We bought a house whose color we didn't like.
It was dull and dark, and needed more light.
That's right. We painted it a very bright yellow.

Later on, we would say, "Look for the yellow house."
Later, we said to ourselves, "What have we done?"
Now, the only yellow we like is a yellow rose.

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