The Yellows
There was a time
when time was everywhere.
Autumn leaves meant
time for school,
time for yellow pencils with rubber tips,
and winter meant
time for rain coats,
and tripping in yellow rubber boots
two sizes too big —
“Grow into them,” Mum said.
Written for dVerse Poets Quadrille #240 (44 words including “Trip”). Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2026.

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