There's a rainbow at the garage
I see it every week
This piece of earthly beauty
lies ruined at my feet
no one else can see it
its vivid colours marred
by the constant flow of traffic
and the bitter sands that scar
I've tried to pick it up
on the bottom of my shoe
but something holds it down
like a multi-cloured glue
I think it wants to be there
living out the end of days
tired, used
old and worn
rainbows end
all forlorn
It must be dead by now.
1 comment:
Yay!
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