Before falling on my nature covered
window it had
a journey
Before it splattered on the thin glass
like a mini parachute
it fell
all the way from the gray clouds that hang in the air
like worn, ripped, low hanging jeans
Behind the living, towering trees
and the miles of city and people and animals and
stories and thoughts I can only know is all there
the sun is calm
settling somewhere in Arizona
I can't see it
just a faint pink halo
of light on the
not-so-flat horizon
I imagine a small bob
as if suspened on a rope
hanging
waiting for excitment
big as a quarter
I try not to look at it
but cannot break away
from it's trance
The rainbow comes
arching over the whole world like
an angel
just being itself
colors pouring into the sky
A small strip of light
If heaven was anywhere I
think I might like
for it to be above a rainbow
on the still
white, happy clouds that
don't know what to do with their grumpy, sweating
family that insists on sweating all the time over
the beautiful world
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