The Yellow Poem
Yellow, a colour not to be messed with,
Begins somewhere over there,
Past the water and beyond the breeze
That blows the sand into the faces
Of children and adults,
Camping and playing drums,
In their minds
In their minds
In their minds.
Yellow is lodged in between
Red and Green
And people seldom obey its
Warning,
Instead they speed up their pursuits,
Afraid of Red
And missing Green,
Missing Green
Missing Green
Missing Green.
Yellow is piss to people;
It gets the attention,
But it gets nothing else.
"The Yellow Poem" - 22 September 1998 © A.B. Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1998 - 2024
Image: 20160427_085641.jpg "Lesner Bridge - Virginia Beach 2016" - A.B. Nuttall
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