It’s a different kind of color.
Not the grey of a soggy morning
or the purple of her tears.
It’s more like yellow
baby hair, soft tendrils,
fluffy cotton candy
smelling of sugar
and mother.
Or the first daffodil breaking
a blazing head through
tall green stalks or maybe
the sun when you thought
you’d never get warm.
It’s that kind of yellow
that surprises my heart
when you blaze out a smile.
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