Yellow
You are a coward, yellow
misguided
barking at shadows
of your own and the neighbor's
on the lawn
cast down from the sun
yellow and sick of living
on sunshine
beams, dead grass clippings
summer gone forever: now
bent shadows
we will not live on
your old daylight and sunsets
anymore
we can build our own
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