Art's Yellow Cape

Art wears his yellow like a cape.

It dashes in the wind with confidence and certainty.

He lets me know, it has not always been this way,

his autobiography told me small, elephant secrets

that left semi-perfect, circular stomping prints on my heart.

He’s so brave, is all I can think,

in a world so controversial with men wearing pink.

He’s found his way to march past guidelines and snub noses,

carrying a bouquet of blazing yellow roses.

Do you worry at all? My adult mind wanders.

Do you wish I did?

I feel the same spiriting courage that arises from his cape,

when I undoubtedly smile, no.