I haven't seen a rainbow in some time,
that streak of magic that cuts
open the sky, making me believe
even for a second, that
beyond this world is something
beautiful.
but recently I've seen fragments of one
in the morning sky
on the way to school.
in oil spills left by long gone cars.
in my friends smiles as
I walk in the door.
and sometimes in the mirror,
my white skin and green eyes
and pink cheeks and blue soul
blend together to remind
me that colors still exist
on those bleak feeling days.
I know warmth will
seep back into this earth
like I know the rivers will run
after the ice melts.
the trees will blossom
and turn a sickeningly alive
shade of green,
one that infects you like
a plague and saves you
like the strongest remedy.
rainbows are coming,
the dandelions in my backyard
promised.
- V
