The sky, its mouth full of marshmallows 
said, Keep going—Arms stretched high, 
I cupped my hands around a rainbow. 

Brought it home to lift you up 
and raise you. 
Show you how violets bloom 

after bruised indigo, how sun rays 
warm stems until faces turn to light. 
And when they do—

O how they shine, shine, shine. 

Bio: Crystal Taylor