on long trips, sometimes it's like this:
you are sick with a heavy head,
the drive continues and the car stinks,
you long for your cream-colored cat at the foot of your own bed,
the painted desert just isn't any fun with your tired eyes and his persistent cough,
but then
there's the seventh rainbow you have seen in these two months,
an arch before you,
beckoning.
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