It was not what
I expected which
is a hell of a comment
to make about
three rainbows.
I was hoping for
a view. As the plaque
advised, I had
faith. Through
one storm and another,
for almost two
hours. I don’t believe
in signs. Driving
back, one curved
between the mile
high pines in the strip
where I could
see. It seemed to
leap from a marsh
beneath, barely
enough water to
make color. Bulbs
shone on the wet
air, each wavelength
bent upon its exit.
