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Rainbow Tears
by
Laryalee Fraser
When rainbows cry, do lucent teardrops glide
down multi-layered carpet ramps? And do
they blend in frothing bubbles as they slide
on edges of each prism-painted hue?
Does Nature catch the tears so she can fill
her bucket with their golden solar power,
then use its warm elixir - let it spill
across the dusty feet of grateful flowers?
I'd hate to think that rainbow tears dissolve
unnoticed, into murky-puddled grey;
as though an arching symphony evolved
then every quaver slowly drained away.
While I can't say for sure a rainbow cries,
I've seen my tears reflected in their eyes.
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