‘Yellow’

Athena Rowe

Yellow

Divots of soft soil

cluster into archives

in their native pasture

this is where the squirrels

have dug the things they buried

she says they have returned

some days digging frantically 

their tiny fingers scaled with dirt

and luscious harvest 

heaped

in dark depression

pumpkins of wet flesh

scab its rosy inlet

mutate into nodes of wartlike shrouds

and mantle faex of fetid florets

we have seen 

unpatched

within this parallel

her bourne in unbecoming

her trumpet

mulled

to blurt in blazon

of the moon

in days 

the hushed and hiant quiver

warped between each room

cluttered 

into arcades

of insipid aisles

and of endless fantasy

for whom the purchase of one's wares

was profligate 

and schemed a fortune

from its mindless fair

the touch of all that went 

and melted into night 

comprised not near a state

of lavishness

but blended all compounded in one's due

to profit in remark

of changing us

Danny Diaz is a native Texan currently living in San Antonio. When he is not writing, he enjoys cooking and spending time with his wife and their three dogs.