Her heart leaps up when she beholds
the rainbow in the sky -
she drives towards it down George Street
and up to Church, one eye
on the road, one on the sky.
She pulls up in our driveway
glad to be met by me
and the dogs, saying Come and see
the best double rainbow
in all history.
I leash the dogs and lead them out
across to the park.
Gold light from the west pours across
the wide vista, dark
pines are bright, gum-tree bark
glistens, a fine rain falls on me
and the unconcerned dogs,
who yearn towards the front door
expecting their mistress to emerge.
I gaze at the panorama
of sparkling hillside and bright mist
and high perfect bows
with their several colours distinct
and I long to snap the vista
quickly before fading occurs.
The front door is open; she, usually
so prompt with camera,
neglects to come out. Finally
I call. But no, it's too wet
for her to join us - not yet
while it's still raining.
No rain no rainbow, dearest.
I stand reverently in the wet
gazing at the sky, dampest
creature, dogless, wifeless.
Wednesday 14 February 2007
Max Richards
Doncaster, Vic.
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