AND THEN YOU LIVE AGAIN

love is yellow
it’s been yellow all year

it’s yellow like these blossoms i don’t know
and the birds who like the look of themselves
in the subaru windows 
it’s yellow as in gold as in dust covering chocolate
made with frankincense and myrrh resin that tastes more like
India Joe’s than currency
it’s yellow like silk asking to be rescued from 
the bins
and like sun on wood
which is lowercase god
and a river for a cat
as good as crying to someone 
who loves you for it