Makes you think
to consider pink.
Slime.
Blood on a tissue.
Baby blanket.
Hollyhocks.
Nauseating peeps.
Pink balloons float
against blue sky.
You’d think we could do better.

Makes you think
to consider pink.
Slime.
Blood on a tissue.
Baby blanket.
Hollyhocks.
Nauseating peeps.
Pink balloons float
against blue sky.
You’d think we could do better.
Yellow is exuberance loosed
from green to bloom,
bucking in warmth.
Yellow is light,
bitter spice,
surprise, then delight.
Yellow is inhale or exhale,
spring or fall,
first or last.
Yellow is small sunbursts
penetrating eyelids,
I walk on life in process.
Yellow is straining light
towards light.
I give up.
Yellow.