• Vol. 10
  • Chapter 07

ephemeral the brush strokes

the brush strokes of the rainbow,
the notes of the accordion.
hanging in the air, tenuous,
music and light and color.

two feminine figures
huddled against each other,
forming community —
that is to say, temporary
connection — a bond
of humanity that exists
in time, that must have existed

the light fades into gray;
the music into silence and rain.