Rainbow sometimes

 
I do not want to see a rainbow sometimes - 
I want one, always, in my hands;
To carry mystery-coloured flame through 
The smokey street of tired people.

Some will say: ‘I want that’.
Others will find it ‘distracting’.
Those who favour grey will complain that it’s not
‘Appropriate’.

And while they argue,
I will stroke the original ghosts
Of colour,
Untouched by fumes or opinion
And keep walking.



C. LJ 2023
























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