Written for: Poetic Asides April 2020 PAD Challenge – Day 16
“The Last (blank)” poem
In searching skies no longer blue
the people wondered, must we eschew
a rainbow’s beauty, color, and light
because an unknown virus ballooned?
In healing, nations tried to lose their fright.
All they asked for–a familiar sight
to grace the skies, and blot out gray.
There was no sun, no, rain, no delight.
Quarantined, rainbow drawings made their day
pasted on windows as hope displayed.
Alas, there was nothing they could do
to take us back to the life we knew.
