I asked what would
bring you back to me
and you said a rainbow
so I half-filled buckets
with soapy water
and threw them
one by one
against a falling
summer sky and
as the lower branch
backyard swing
brings you towards
and no longer away
we come to know that
rain drops can’t
hold up tire swings
and as your love
for me
once did your rainbow
falls apart and fades
draining drop by drop
past an old glass jelly jar
whose lid I now tap
with the handle of a
kitchen drawer butter knife
trying to loosen life’s grip
on you
and unable to twist it open
I break it against our bedpost
and on the bedroom floor among
the barbed wire shards of glass
are the jar’s contents
pop bottle nickels I’ve saved
in order to pay down
my debt to God
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