Not Everybody Can Walk Across a Rainbow
But if you do,
The first step is uncertain, shaky,
Like standing on Jello.
If you grab the hand holds
In the blue and green stripes,
Each step gets easier until
You're at the top
Looking over what looks like
Doll houses surrounded by pine trees
In the green, green valley.
You're mother might see you sitting
On the purple edge
And get sad
Or worried
Or angry.
She'll tell you that you'll fall and break
Your neck, or that she'll
Disown you, or that she'll
Take you to live in a cave
Where there are no rainbows,
But you're there
At the intersection of sunshine and rain
With a puffy white cloud in your palm,
The stormy ones already tipping
Their hats to you.
Chip off a piece to take along,
Your little rainbow geode.
And don't wait too long--
The climb down is steep
With sharp rocks at the bottom,
And you just might slip
If you're not careful enough.
It's scary, I know.
That's why
Not everybody can walk across a rainbow.
I suppose most stay at the top
And go to the place
Where rainbows go
When they disappear.
--Brian Cook, Utah State University
Metal arms navigate
That night was titanic.
submerged
crevices and
corridors.
Glass eyes peer into A tearing and shearing of
dim interiors, metal
seeking and
form and walls;
contour
in the silt and the rushing,
frozen depths. creeping,
consuming
flow of water,
A beam forever rising.
of light
shines
through The morning was titanic.
the
shifting The black sea
pale green expanse, dotted with
the floating
frozen bodies
falling upon which had
a doll’s face, abandoned
empty sockets searching; breath and
dreams
a boot,
laces unkempt, to the fathomless waters.
leather worn with ocean’s waves;
gold-rimmed glasses,
missing one lens.
--Rebecca Greiner, Whitworth University
its still raining
drip drop
in my box
drip drop
thru my sock
cold and wet
i lie
on the street
it wouldnt be so bad if i had dry sox
and maybe something to eat
peeple hurry bye
but i wont beg today
its raining
lots of peeple like the rain
i dont
it ruins my box
there hard to find
you know
i guess it would be fun
the rain
that is
if i had a house
and maybe something to eat
its still raining
i dont mind
really i dont
i just wish i was drunk
its not the alcohol i like
when im drunk it isnt so cold
i sure would like some food
or a coat would be nice
like the one jerry got at the shelter
yeah
a green one like jerrys
i think ill go to sleep
its still raining
its always raining in my life
--Derek Schweitzer, Dixie State College
