Anne Rainbow: No Show

Her name was on the list,

an attendee not to be missed;

but, she never took her seat,

never got to eat

with the big boys:

the Glorious Sun;

the dark, brooding clouds;

the persistent breeze,

who shook awake the trees;

the falling down, getting up again, rain.

No, my Rainbow, she never came.

And I know she had a beautiful dress

to wear for the occasion –

although she’d worn it before –

I longed to see it just once more.

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