Yellow like ButtercupĀ 

Yoga class
A dark, dark street
At the end of the line, please, please, please
My first Home
A Trek not for the faint
The seat of power 
Christmas but not really
Where the mountains meet the sea
At school one day on a lark
Christmas for real this time
New Year’s for sure
With a porch swing
In the mailbox 
Around every corner
God knows where else I’ve forgotten 
I grew honest 
I grew proud
He was there and you were where?