It's Still Life

Only Its Moment Remains

April.
Is gone.

It’s a yellow mask,
lemon scented and pressed
deep into me

like a salty hook pulling
me back to the sea,

or yellow painted sunlight
streaming in leaves
of newly-born green —

like bicycle spokes.

Yellow that cuts
through darkness,

or wades in cold water
biting my thighs.

Only its moment remains.

written for #porchprompt on Twitter
Image: La Poissonnerie by Bernard Buffet,
Fair Use 1951, Style: Expressionism, Miserablism
©️ Misky 2020.