We’d been driving for days,
Eyes drained and uncertain
Yellow peaked through the leaves
Piquing our imagination.
How? Why? What does it mean?
Sudden memories flash
“Auntie Em, Auntie Em!”
“Step on a crack” and “Swing on a vine,”
The floor is lava!
Breadcrumbs trail down the yellow brick road.
The house sunk in the grass as if dropped,
Parachute failed. Crash rippled the Earth.
“B’deep, b’deep, b’deep, That’s all folks!”
And then, we drove on.
The second major roadtrip mom and I took was through all the New England states and up across the eastern end of Canada from Nova Scotia back around to Toronto to cross back into New York through Niagara. The first glimpse I got of this house was just something bright yellow through the trees, and I had to take 5 pictures just to get the one shown here to make it understandable as a house sinking into the ground. As the poem says, my mind immediately went back to childhood, which is usually how my poems are inspired. If you’d like to know more about the house, here is a short article about it: https://www.bostonmagazine.com/property/2017/05/11/yellow-house-greenway/
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