Janette Pierechod Rainbow’s End

1

I would go

to the market. 

People swirl,

dash like rain drops. 

Chatter, clash

like thunder. 

Spotlight gaze

Flash Lightening!

I imagine poets,

rainbows…

I would stalk small

Sniff out my Polish stall,

on the borderland. 

Smooth my paw over

soft sheepskins

Jump into my bed

      ruffle

               layers 

right. 

Curl   warm

my den. 

11

I rise,

meet our moon

Meet where

rainbows sing…