22 March 2009

the rain washed my rainbow away

there was a rainbow
of trucks and iron,
hardhats and shirts,
some bright and shiny,
if not a little greasy,
some dull and flat
but freshly painted so,
each representing another job,
another service, another man.
then the rains came
and resurrected the mud--
nothing escapes the mud--
now all the colors of the rainbow
are spotted, sprayed, lined,
blotched, streaked or covered,
in all or part, by mud.
and the clouds covered the sun.
and the rainbow is gone.

2 comments:

lissa said...

kind of sad with bits of nostalgic of happier days or where one's blissful memories preserved to be savor later

Mony said...

sounds like spring in Texas--will you get the snow?