No more wonderful

The evening sky holds its azure face long

enough for even passersby in a hurry

to stop and throw a glance before night 

turns it into the dark shade meant for

the melancholic; behind the tree the moon

is more sensed than seen does anyone still look out for it when it arrives leisurely like a beloved who knows one is worth waiting for and will not be stood up; the little one in the next balcony is learning his first words and trying to name wonders that are no more wonders for us.

two rainbows

can you go back to the dream 

that woke you up when it was 

meant to wake you up the sky 

is adust like someone woken up 

mid-sleep how would it be to be 

able to wipe it clean make it blue 

again what if there were two rainbows

forming like yesterday and vanishing 

before many could see it and wonder

the clouds are moving taking the rain

elsewhere giving the day back to the sun

in the dream you were running late and not

finding transport to your distant workplace

and when you managed to reach it there

was some blinking robot in your place.