time for yellow?
in my room
where I feel at home
where I feel safe
but today
I’m less comfortable
there’s an oversized, old-fashioned
yellow clock
occupying most of my room
almost touching the ceiling
with its big brass bells on top
I hope the alarm doesn’t ring
I don’t need that kind of trouble
rattling my being
already my bed is too short
my sneakers too small
my toothbrush tiny
the sun shines in
making the massive yellow clock sparkle
on this day without clouds
a giant yellow clock
is the new black
cages
even the most beautiful butterfly
is ugly when caged
only regaining its beauty when free
the broken cage celebrates
it never wanted to contain
what was always meant to be free
[…] [poem], “time for yellow?” [poem], “cages” [poem], Double Speak, December 28, […]
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