Week 33: Walking Away

By Noah Brautigam
Green Mountain Valley School, Grade 12

There’s poetry in her hips,
Speaking to me,
Rhythm and flow.

Pendulums swinging
from her shoulders,
Sheathed in the brightest yellow I have ever seen.
Cadence matched by
the sway and flirt of her hair,
Yellow.

Even as is dances away from me.

Yellow is the sun,
Base orb.
There is no pain in yellow.

Until it walks away.

Like the sun unattached
in the sky.

Freefalling in yellow.