Amarillo
Hello again old friend, I have saved you your seat. The warmest of chairs for the warmest of hues, it's Monday Yellow:
she heard tales about saving grapefruit skins for cooking
she grew bright under the neon dragon of Chinatown
she made saffron curry rice for friends
she attended a barbecue in Amarillo, Texas
she stepped around yellow piss in snow
she cut herself on a Hawaiian pineapple
she learned to name forsythia where it grew
visions of ochre and citronella eluded
Art: Proserpina
Words: Frances Chung - The Great American Yellow Poem
Very yellowy.
Posted by gn0 | 7:27 AM
...ever eloquent, thanks for that ;)
Posted by Adrian | 10:06 AM