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The goldfinch it shall be…..captured year-round in places near Portland.<\/p>\n
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At Least 47 Shades<\/p>\n
The\u00a0goldfinch<\/em>\u00a0in its full spring molt. by Amy Uyematsu I did it – 3 full minutes without thinking of that dismal orange<\/em> hue…<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The goldfinch it shall be…..captured year-round in places near Portland. At Least 47 Shades The\u00a0goldfinch\u00a0in its full spring molt. The\u00a0bee pollen\u00a0of sticky and thick. The\u00a0quince\u00a0to perfume a new bride\u2019s kiss. The\u00a0ocher yellow\u00a0in Vermeer\u2019s pearl-necklaced woman. The\u00a0opal cream\u00a0floral on a kimonoed sleeve. The\u00a0zest yellow\u00a0of a Nike Quickstrike in limited numbers. The\u00a0imperial yellow\u00a0embroided robes. The\u00a0Aztec gold\u00a0send by […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":5071,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[12,197],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5069","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-bird-photography","category-poetry"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n
\nThe\u00a0bee pollen<\/em>\u00a0of sticky and thick.
\nThe\u00a0quince<\/em>\u00a0to perfume a new bride\u2019s kiss.
\nThe\u00a0ocher yellow<\/em>\u00a0in Vermeer\u2019s pearl-necklaced woman.
\nThe\u00a0opal cream<\/em>\u00a0floral on a kimonoed sleeve.
\nThe\u00a0zest yellow<\/em>\u00a0of a Nike Quickstrike in limited numbers.
\nThe\u00a0imperial yellow<\/em>\u00a0embroided robes.
\nThe\u00a0Aztec gold<\/em>\u00a0send by Cort\u00e9s to Spain.
\nThe\u00a0Zinnia gold<\/em>\u00a0favored by butterflies.
\nThe\u00a0iguana<\/em>\u00a0who keeps watch on Mayan ruins.
\nThe\u00a0straw hat<\/em>\u00a0a cone woven with young bamboo.
\nThe\u00a0rising sun<\/em>\u00a0of Japan\u2019s Amaterasu leaving her cave.
\nThe\u00a0sand dune<\/em>\u00a0that swallows the film\u2019s lovers but keeps them alive.
\nThe\u00a0coastlight<\/em>\u00a0of sun lost in fog.
\nThe\u00a0chilled lemonade<\/em>\u00a0from the fruit of bitterness.
\nThe\u00a0Manila tint<\/em>\u00a0to sunny the laundry room.
\nThe\u00a0blond<\/em>\u00a0and boring heartthrob.
\nThe\u00a0yellow flash<\/em>\u00a0before the grin gets too tight.
\nThe\u00a0lemon tart<\/em>\u00a0with a mouth to match.
\nThe\u00a0star fruit<\/em>\u00a0which can mean two-faced in Tagalog.
\nThe\u00a0fool\u2019s gold<\/em>\u00a0of sojourners and farmers.
\nThe\u00a0golden promise<\/em>\u00a0that still lures us here.
\nThe\u00a0sunshower<\/em>\u00a0which turns my tawny skin brown.
\nThe\u00a0banana split<\/em>\u00a0of Asian outside white underneath.
\nThe\u00a0Chinese mustard<\/em>\u00a0stirred with a dribble of soy sauce.
\nThe\u00a0yellowtail<\/em>\u00a0tuna father cleaned and sliced thin.
\nThe\u00a0yolk<\/em>\u00a0we ate raw with sukiyaki and rice.
\nThe\u00a0pear<\/em>\u00a0ice cream we licked that Tohoku summer.
\nThe\u00a0moonscape<\/em>\u00a0suffusing a rice paper screen.
\nThe\u00a0theater lights<\/em>\u00a0which make the audience vanish.
\nThe\u00a0electric yellow<\/em>\u00a0called Lake Malawi\u2019s yellow prince.
\nThe\u00a0daffodil<\/em>\u00a0that doesn\u2019t match these mean streets.
\nThe\u00a0marigold<\/em>\u00a0for night sweats and contusions.
\nThe\u00a0summer haze<\/em>\u00a0which splits open the sky.
\nThe\u00a0slicker yellow<\/em>\u00a0bands on those 9\/11 jackets.
\nThe\u00a0dandelion<\/em>\u00a0that bursts through sidewalks.
\nThe\u00a0blazing star<\/em>\u00a0we still can\u2019t see rushing toward us.
\nThe\u00a0yellow rose<\/em>\u00a0legend of a Texas slave woman.
\nThe\u00a0atomic tangerine<\/em>\u00a0of Los Alamos, New Mexico.
\nThe\u00a0Jasper yellow<\/em>\u00a0of gemstone and James Byrd.
\nThe\u00a0flame yellow<\/em>\u00a0as bone turns to ash.
\nThe\u00a0wick<\/em>\u00a0moving in time with my measured breath.
\nThe\u00a0first light<\/em>\u00a0an eye latches on to.
\nThe\u00a0whisper yellow<\/em>\u00a0as a pale strand of moon.
\nThe\u00a0yellow lotus<\/em>\u00a0that\u2019s nourished by mud.
\nThe\u00a0poppy spring<\/em>\u00a0returns to the Antelope Valley.
\nThe\u00a0wonderstruck<\/em>\u00a0even in those old eyes.
\nThe\u00a0Chinese lantern<\/em>\u00a0riding a night sky.
\nThe\u00a0sparkler<\/em>\u00a0a child waves in the dark.<\/p>\n
\n<\/em>from The Yellow Door<\/u>
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