Promise
she looks at her
and wishes it were …
but it’s not
rainbows
don’t just rise
and fall
out of the clear
blue yonder
without a drip or drop
from deep, dark wells
the color comes
bleeding “Roy G Biv”
and then it’s gone
just like that
like fireworks and Fridays and freedom
and forests and fireflies and forget-me-knots
and just like that
it’s back
drip, drip, drip,
drop
TL