Pale yellow holding back the blue
of an evening's dusk;

Warm yellow of a sunspot
on the wooden floor;

Bright yellow of a lemon
held against a summer sky;

Golden yellow of wheat
waving in autumn.

The color bursts from my ribs,
my mouth, my soul;
Tearing the scars that held them
at bay.

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