Two bubbles found they had rainbows on their curves.
They flickered out saying:
"It was worth being a bubble, just to have held that rainbow thirty seconds.

Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.

We really want to prove this is worth doing.

I decided I would go to Chicago and try my luck as a writer after those eight months as a fireman.

Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.

Nothing happens unless first we dream.