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 memory’s consolation.

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

 

By Peter

After stints as a trial lawyer and a church worker, Peter Stephens has settled in as a Virginia high school English teacher. Peter has read several books and poems. He wrote none of the posts below filed under "Passages." Click the link at the end of each post to see it in the context of the author's original post.

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