Rainbow’s End

“Do you remember at the rainbow's end Those flowers trampled by the hurrying rain, Hanging their heads, knowing they would not spend Their prodigal colors again? “Hanging their heads, you laughed, afraid to stare Back at the boundless apathy of blue. While arched above them in prismatic air Their seven colors grew. “And then, do you remember how you said That every flower beaten to the ground Blossoms in beds of light, and shook your head, Half playful, half profound? “And stooped and picked two petals suddenly And let them fall—do you remember—so ...?” I have forgotten. “And how you answered me? How all the heaven flamed ... Remember?” No.