A Rainbow Memory

When my hollow present blows

The dying embers in the heart grate

A fond childish Cinders glows up;

The frozen black memory melts past colors,

A sparkle of rainbow recollections,

As I walk up on our trodden pavement

I saw a slash of sea between houses;

Thy red dress like a bright red boat

Sink in golden sand, blue fishing nets

Brown fort walls, green lichen beach;

My soul speaks, my lips moves

A frequency of meetings, a wave of hugs;

As I net to catch these moments

Like A street urchin’s yellow fists

Holding the rainbow in his tiny grasp.