Yellow We walk on eggshells you and I each piece a gritty piece of our past the absurdity of effort in not breaking an already broken shell it does not matter if it is more broken or less it is not whole we are not well. Humpty Dumpty is a distant memory the king is gone there are no men the horses are unbroken, wild. It’s just us along the wall, in the distance a mirage of chicks paints our dreams Yellow.