iris

iris glides
down
the prismatic infusion
to fill her clay pot
from the seas
her wings
no more than
scarred stubs
still try to flutter
as she
refills the clouds
to bring about
the rains
her sorrow tinged
laughter
in the dissipating
flourish of
the arching rainbow

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