I live with eyes of wonder
and a rainbow in my hand.
In my clothes of heavy gray
that, street wise, camouflage me,
I walk with my rainbow cupped
in one gentle, creased palm.
As my companions run by,
mouths wide open and fists clenched,
I keep my eyes on my hands
one careful step at a time.
Though their pressure's hard to fight
and their paths seem fast and sure,
I live with eyes of wonder
and a rainbow in my hand.
Photo by Tatielle.
Although I couldn't find the photo that was my initial inspiration, this one was beautiful and fitted the poem well.
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