Rainbow Poem by Morgan Michaels

Along a sky of jumbled gray
ominously lit the hues of roses
a rainbow plied its spectral way
clean from Queens to Sheepshead Bay
tempting Wordsworthian apotheoses.

Numbering the seperate bands
I stopped to study it
figuring its span
carefully on guard against elan
certain it would wane in just a bit.

Hadn't we seen this sort of thing before?
'Casual beauty stalks the town
only to strike and disappear! '
Awe to pay too dear-
nobody likes a letdown.

And there were still a million things to do
Time is money, money time
errands to run and places to go-
Wasn't the mundane the heavier of the two
weighed by the sublime?

'Yes', I guessed, 'yes, if we let it';
and summoning oppositional zeal,
dropped my boxes at my feet
choosing the fading marvel in the street
thinking it better, momently, to feel.