OverTheRainbow

After a night of snow (always a fitful night for the clouds, I think, tossing and turning, trying to coat the earth evenly with their powdery delights), when our driveways are indistinguishable from the white and more white around them, my neighbo

Purity

Private

You laughed,

a rainbow

entered

We will cry

You passed

You left

You returned,

somehow still caring

Trust me:

kneel

You wrote to the extent

why?

why are we destroying our one and only planet, our mother earth, our bluish-green marble that has kept us alive for millennia, our one and only home?

why?

bicycle wheels pushed against young 

(already knobbly and weathered, wary of the world outside their tangled branches)

cold gray book return

nibbles, tastes, laps up books - wait -

spits them right back out.

My fingers tremble as I take slow step after slow step toward the end of the Polaris hallway.