yellow

I am the Beatles’ submarine and

the daffodils that bloom in the spring.

I am the pencil that you sharpened

a little too much

and

the yellow starburst no one wants.

I am the mustard that sits

in the back of your fridge.

I am the light that tells you to slow down

and

the cab that will take you home.

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