Like multicolored blossoms
the rainbow grew, so close to me.
I could almost touch it
Red glistened in mid-air, as if
Waiting for the world to start.
The others followed, transparent,
Then translucent. I reached out
Wanting to bring the colors
Into my soul, grasped elusive
Air. The arch began to
Dissipate, to fall apart like
Dreams that almost,
But don’t, come true.
Leticia Teresa Pontoni.