I am not, today, that Yellow -

the sunshine, the banana peel, the faded-out brushstroke of evening's solace, the brightly-lit place where smiles reside when pushed aside

I am not primary, with Sister Red and Brother Blue, the Sunflower petal falling in slow motion from the vase as I sit here beside you,

I am not just another colored spectrum cog on a spinning wheel of science, for when I am down, I am more Green or Brown

and I am not, today, that Yellow

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