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I gaze out at a tie-dye sky.

think about that action

of stubbing out a cigarette,

so mundane and intimate,

intrinsically cinematic.


a hollywood cliché.


I can only ever see

the corner of a rainbow

from my suburban backyard,

the whole eclipsed,

obscured by buildings, cranes and trees.


contemplate meanwhile

the sadness of a grubby lace curtain

fluttering in the window breeze

for all the world as if it’s free.


Photo of Cincinnati sunset by Belinda