Taste the Rainbow: a poem

After the storm has passed

Trees still dripping from the rain

Wind pulls the clouds away

towards the horizon

to allow the sun to dapple

scattered across the sky

Light in all its colors

gathers and bends

and you here on earth

reach out to become a part of it

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We here standing in the grass

in all our hues and variations

rage against our differences

that rip the rainbow apart

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What if we could touch each one

textures falling against our fingers

Red bleeding to yellow

Green melding to violet

Blue meeting orange

*

What if each of us reached out

our hands to taste each others’

sweet airs

found the common thread

upon which we all are woven

*

What if instead of ripping

the rainbow apart

we stretched across the sky

together

after the storm

as a sign

that the damage would never

happen again?

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1–8–21

Tansy Julie Soaring Eagle Paschold