The Entryway to ROYGBIV

After the woman’s water broke, a rainbow
of possibilities appeared. The rupture
awakened the infant’s memory—

“Read Out Your Good Book In Verse.”
It became the child’s mantra, a mnemonic
to navigate her life, an acronym of color

and spectrum, an opening that released
the links, division, and rigidity of the past.
As if this sequence of seven

had set the tone, been grouped in a lucky
arrangement. As if an Arc de Triomphe,
one bestowed with radiant avenues

and an abundance of blessings. Though,
its entryway was a bit haywire; the bands
were displayed in a novel order:

BIVYORG— “Book In Verse Your Out
Read Good.”