What a disappointment this century has been—so far.
—David Bowie, 2012
This morning, after rain, I saw half a rainbow.
I mean, it aspired, it rose and spread and headed
higher, but instead banged into a cloud bank where
it got stopped dead.
The spread, though, was impressive,
bloody reds and purples and yellows, it was enough
rainbow for me. More rainbow would have asked me:
what color was your brief life.