Nobdy wears a yellow

--e. e. cummings

Nobody wears a yellow

flower in his buttonhole

he is altogether a queer fellow

as young as he is old

when autumn comes,

who twiddles his white thumbs

and frisks down the boulevards

without his coat and hat

-(and i wonder just why that

should please him or i wonder what he does)

and why(at the bottom of this trunk,

under some dirty collars) only a

moment

(or

was it perhaps a year) ago i found staring

me in the face a dead yellow small rose