Write me a poem in a yellow dress Barefoot and freckled Hurl a rainbow into the blue For a bandanna dog to chase down The green in spring grass rich as memory with me still Echoes of Desolation Row And a wealth of book dreams
Paint me a painting in a yellow dress The wind in your hair Dark as waves that crash on the beach at midnight A tremble of light far off As the shoreline recedes in the distance Through a mix of blues and greens When the fingers of the harpist brush across the strings
Make me a thing made in a yellow dress A thing of spirit in the form of breath The taste of a word on your tongue The feel that is blue on your eye The touch of air on your skin When the light softens at dusk
This poem previously appeared in Quill & Parchment.