(by Daniel R. Jones)
This morning is filled with yellow light
and singing sparrows
and all that poetry-fodder.
But really, I’d rather take a walk,
so sorry, I can’t be bothered.
Lessons from Chess
(by Daniel R. Jones)
Arguing about vinyl siding on their dream home—
whether her canary yellow was better
or his forest green.
I don’t understand synapses,
those dastardly electric impulses
throughout the brain.
An odd time for it to pop in my head, I know:
‘the queen always gets her color.’
Bez&Co 