Here at Rainbow Ridge we could get lost for days and days before they knew we were gone (A poem)

Managing to get some things down on paper despite being mostly occupied with meeting a Monday deadline…

I don’t think rainbows have ridges
but that’s where we seem to be going

From end to end
short-wave to long-wave
colors bleed
and the mist makes an array
of millions of tiny lenses
that seem to follow our every gaze

(2 January 2016)

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