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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