Rainbow rivalry set out on its course
to the unknown places of makeshift maypoles.
It all seemed to be a dream.
No lights, no thunder,
no tornadoes twisting our thoughts.
Nothing at all but the pitter patter of screams.
And yet the Humpty Dumpty of Dreams
taught us plenty of how to get through this mess.
I don’t know; it all seemed to quiet and decomposed somehow
to be thinking of a way out of death.
And nobody batted an eye when I raised this subject.
Nobody dug themselves of fear-hole in the ground
and leaped into it for the sake of fertilizing a fern.
Nobody at all except this one guy
who danced around the theater of tomorrow
into the forbidding pegboard of unscrupulous irony.
He had the sense enough to
take what was within.
He had the gall enough to
go to one side and just leap into
the raindrops that never hit the ground.
I always wondered what happened when he
forgot the line that was twisted around
his brain and how that would have made a difference
as the sky opened up and fed into itself.