WHO CAN RESIST this week's Poetry Potluck #34 ?
Color, Spring, and Rainbow! Count me in...
ARC OF THE RAINBOW
I stood in the green arc
of the rainbow,
the other colors hovering,
waiting to absorb me,
make me red or yellow.
But blue, itself heavenly,
lifted me upwards
towards the sky.
All pooled into white,
a light turned on,
the beckoning path,
where familiar faces
looked my way,
hands waving me on.
But I decided to go back,
carrying a pot of gold,
hoping to spend it well.
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