by Daniel Davis Clayton

Little yellow black boy
Like a little yellow bee,
Trying to git some nectar
From a honey suckled tree.

Between
      my jaw
            and my shoulder
His little
      yellow
            head lay.
Asleep from the exhaustion
Of a long playful day.

His sa World
Around
K.Bradford `brown hair,
Damp with his dew,
Stuck to my face, and
Dressed
      all      in
      blue, his clothes were damp too.

Slow, rhythmic breathing,
Shallow in sleep
Is like all
      soft colors...
Blues of the deep.

His body lying vertically
Close against my chest,
Sleep little yellow boy,
Sleep boy...and rest.

Little baby smells
On little baby breath,
Little baby hands
On things of interest.

Now you are waken,
Skin like brass and gold,
Black like me,
      but can't you see
            I'm darker and I'm old.

So play you little baby
So that I may play too,
For soon you will be grown up,
But still I'll watch for you.

Little yellow black boy,
like a little yellow squirrel,
Watching the yellow sun
On a little yellow world