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