Yellow

Another forty-second videopoem from my brief Appalachian Trail hike:

 

Yellow leaves drop
among the clipped
wings of backpacks.

Yellow slickers repel,
for another fall,
the drizzle
of┬ámemory’s consolation.

The yellow bus draws
an absent scratch
like the wet nose
of an old hound.

 

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