you yellowgreen
you summermorning
you dawn on grandma's house or other places you've eaten breakfast or haven't
pale veins grass blades
full of water or something
some fruit, some new day
newer than a blue train west, I'd say
can't call it what it is
call it dawn
wraps morning up in a living room carpet that paves the road on the drive home and the sky away
a silo and an acre of land grew concrete pillars and you
it's all in the big house and the big house is in your bones
and your bones are in your body for now, slow yellow trains headed south
sour summermouth, mean yellowgreen
sitting like an imp in the morning tree
