It rained and then the sun

It rained and then the sun
came out. There should have been
a rainbow but
there was not one to be seen.
The petrol on the puddle in the road
would have to do.

Kilcol scooped up the water
and held it in his cupped palm.
His hand shook lightly,
raising gentle waves that flashed
the blue-brown rainbow sheen.

The sun disappeared. Kilcol, bored,
dropped the water and wiped his hand.
The rainbow smeared across the pavement
for a while. Nobody noticed it.
More rain came. No sun.

My summer is ending

My summer is ending

and the red leaves shiver

before the fall.


My summer is ending

I see your spring arrive

fresh green from white.


My summer is ending

Your faces are sun-shot

sparkling futures.


And the sun and the warmth

of near cloudless sky

my summer is ending.