|Rainbow in Se Catedral|
Hope flits in one window and out again
before we note it is the blue dream we
had courted when the two of us were one.
You follow but I gasp a while longer
to see such joy in flickering blue flame
far from the burner whence its birth resides.
If what we generated then still thrives
someone feeds it, at least, with longing eyes—
someone is nourished by it too, I think.
See how buoyantly it glides in and out
surviving despite us without surprise,
and without questioning its place—the world—
Where flying gold and brown and red join too,
in this draft house of language and of sighs,
each hopeful lens in search in sight and sound
Loosed by one, two, or more who dared to write
an aha moment down so truths crisscrossthe land even without a place to stand.
Posted at Sherry's
Midweek Motif: The Joy of Poetry
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