OverTheRainbow

It was dawn in the forest. The sun was just waking up, yawning and blinking her dew-soaked eyelashes in a sky painted with perfect, watery brushstrokes of yellow, orange, and lavender interspersed with wispy blush-colored clouds.

January loves April,  

her silken white dress with its icy tint of blue sinking into  

April’s lime green skirt, buds and baby leaves rupturing its stitches, 

Dear five-year-old me,

you are in kindergarten right now.

You are going to meet your absolute best friend in just a little while -

or maybe you already have.

Either way, remember to be kind to her.

I believe

that peace

is when

the screaming and shouting and bellowing and crying out

of every generation that has pleaded

for this thing called peace

can settle itself and let us rest our throats.

Nobody can accept this answer

                            absolutely nobody

no matter how many times I tell them.

They will argue that