Rainbow Skin

tom03_itop

Right now an afternoon wind
sends me in to grab a thin sweater.
My fingers tire anyhow
from this hour of strumming ukulele.
This rest from what has passed:
so much like a stubborn bubble.
The rainbow skin glistens,
but will not pop.

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