Yellow

broke the yolk, breaks
and enters a bedroom overlooking a street,
sears onto faded striped wallpaper a glowing ingot;

sends broad Gothic shafts freighted with dust-sparks
through clouded glass doors of lounge-bars,
drowns the TV soccer game to a dull roar;

smelts the glacial tower blocks,
gilds rush-hour windscreens, tickles shadows
to stiffen and bloom, gives to the city's set face,

gratis, these armfuls of ore, inviting it to stretch and smile.