Yellow. (poetry)

Yellow

the sky opened wide
yet the truck sat still

violins played
through the windowsill

every inch held meaning
and i listen still

where are you within me
where are you without

somehow connected
in the silence and cloud

a lifetime passes in moments

some moments

drag
hard 
like
drought

the road grows long
into the distance

and yet all i can do is
                                  follow it with my eyes

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