Poems from Howie Good

YELLOW

1
Everybody’s
morning

is different.
A seagull

doesn’t know
that it’s

a seagull,
only we

know that
and that its lidless

yellow eyes
are empty.

2
Only in old movies
do lovers escape

on an ice floe.
Your mind

whispers
to you

something
I can’t hear.

Later,
you’ll use

the worn
rubber nub

of a yellow
no. 2 pencil

to erase what
you’ve just

written.

Howie Good (goodh@newpaltz.edu) is the author of a full-length poetry collection, Lovesick, and 21 print and digital poetry chapbooks. With Dale Wisely, he is the co-founder of White Knuckle Press, http://www.whiteknucklepress.com

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