Thoughts In Rainy Day

I photograph a rainbow
Through a gray and drizzly haze.
And think: while we communicate
A thousand different ways.

The conversation we might have
Is fragmented, corrupted:
For we now never have one that’s
Not some way interrupted.

And out there, past the windshield
In the aether, lives get crossed
The rainbow goes unseen
Beyond
The intimacy.
Lost.

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