raw yellow
- Anna Elsa Karika
- 17 hours ago
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by Anna Elsa Karika
paper crown atop a trash bin
you notice, as you step out of the train
- gleam in the eyes, fever rising, it’s been a long day
passing yellow painted lines, faded
fields and fields of potted daffodils
wet sand grains stuck on shoelaces
spring, new year, full moon, 元宵节
street sign unclear
cyclists speed in all directions;
- does the high road lead to betrayal or victory?
you have given up what you have given up what must you have given up
remembering Hague, the forever Vermeer
as the last sun rays linger on window frames
tap tap tap on the glass - Gemini understands what you feel
the door behind you closes
one blink - your face gazing in the mirror, lovingly
one blink - waves swallow all we knew