Rainbow

The rainbow stays hidden most of the year,
without reason. My gay friend is straight
every time I see him, chased from the kitchen
by police obligations.  Paranoia, 
it seems, is well camouflaged. 
He assimilates himself, like antique glassware, 
colored all his life, fitting on the shelf
among the clear glass. In the spring, the City 
of Long Beach celebrates the gay pride parade. 
There, people, in all of their uniqueness
display, everywhere, like antique glassware 
in a full spectrum of color. 
And when public scrutiny peers 
through the clouds like the sun, they 
don't disperse, don't hide behind each other
like gold coins in a pot, but together, out 
in the open, they dish up the sunlight 
and serve it back to the sky. 

Thank you Ainjel,


Duck!

wow, love that! there should be more rainbows, the world would be a kinder place.

What an ending. Really good piece.

Well Duck,,it was very enjoyable to read,,thanks..


Living, freedom, showing the world who they are,,as they wear their masks of strength......

2KidsMom, you are too kind. Thank you for dropping by!

Bastet126, I'm glad you enjoyed the poem. And thank you for the flowers =)

Jezzemy, thank you so much for your kind words, and for dropping by.

iam4u, I appreciate your continued support!


Duck!