I Am Curious, Yellow

by Betsy Mars

                             for George

In a snow-hushed landscape,

the woman in the purple cloak

sets out to meet The Man

with the Yellow Hat. Her feet

raise small flurries as her skirt

flaps with a sense of purpose.

Beyond the horizon the colors

turn to plum, pink, peach –

as their paths veer towards each other,

she strides forth, her cape a-flutter –

he saunters, curious,

his hat sitting snuggly on his head.

She waves to him across the great divide.

He recognizes her from her profile picture.

She smiles alluringly.

With one sweep of her cape

she captures him and sends him back

to the busy, nameless city where he lives,

while she and George catch the next

southbound ship returning to his native land.

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Betsy Mars is a southern California poet who is in a perpetual battle with change – finally coming to some kind of a truce, and at times even love and acceptance. She is an educator, mother, animal lover, and over-excited traveler. Her poetry has been published in a number of places, both online and in print, most recently in Sheila-Na-Gig, The Ekphrastic Review, and Red Wolf Journal. Writing has given her a means to explore her preoccupation with mortality and her evolving sense of self.