(c) E.P. Robles 2012

the sky opened its eye
before the world
flew out a flurry
o’ doves speckled the blue
— a rainbow fell out too
below the lid and hooked in place
tears of pain the eye did bled
such a vision could ignite a fright
if my focus — bewilderment…
was not so tight
that rainbow swinging
to and fro beneath
the sky’s eye in the rain

:: 02-19-2014 ::