Poem: Afterward

 

Afterward

 

iris and cumulus

silked with light,

 

haze of peacock feathers

opening to wings

 

on a mist of prisms

bearing mantles of the lovely.

 

yellows on the meadow banks

and the glistening streams

 

reach for such trellised hues 

from sky-shot bows,

 

and those of us who dare

to see such bright wounds

 

gaze high.

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2/1/24

Original title, Clouds After Storm