Yellow

Like the jumpy bumblebee
That tap dances on your forearm
Fuzzy clumps of fat stripes
Flitting away in surprise at the honk
The grueling, cluttered, abrupt honk
Of the school bus, slowing as it
Flashes its shining layers of paint
The color of sunshine sprinkling down
Misty beams of radiation
Soft rays the delicate, bouncing hue of
Bright banana peels
Fresh, blissfully absent of those
Repulsive brown splotches
That match the dirt caking our hands
Although we know that soon
Enough vivid fireworks of sunshine
Will burst from this damp darkness
Sunflowers dwindling taller than the ether
Spiraling around the heart of the sun
The heat of the sun crashes and boils down
As time calls for a glass
A foggy, multi-faceted
Pleasingly luxurious
Kind of glass that clumsily sloshes around
That brightness of lemonade
The brightness that inspires a twinkle in your eye
Even an awakening chortle of laughter into the
Dazzling sunshine
That bittersweet brightness