I gaze out at a tie-dye sky.
think about that action
of stubbing out a cigarette,
so mundane and intimate,
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.
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