Didja see it?
Holy men say
God put a rainbow in the sky
But where is one
When you need it?
Can you reach it? Touch it?
This moon touches me
Rainbows are of promises
Hopes, beauty
But what of the likes
Of someone like me?
A cold dusty rock
That reflects
And is contrary
To anothers beauty
I drive into the sun
But reluctantly so
Beauty burns
But the moon lays cool
Over my broken shoulders
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