Three Archways

Years ago, in a big transition in my life,

I witnessed three rainbow archways.

Framed by sun-kissed red apartments,

The setting sun kisses goodbye to the cloudless sky.


I took a picture then, between the runs from my old home

and my mother's car. Glistening brow and squinting eyes,

I raised my phone, holding it horizontally, 1...2...3.

I remembered an old meme about double rainbows,

but I found three. Back to putting cardboard boxes into the car.


The pictures were blurry, unfocused, and slightly fuzzy.

Like a memory, from one phone to the next, 

The photos get transferred. Until one day, I've lost them.

I hadn't a guess where they went, lost to time probably.

Now I have slightly fuzzy archways to remember within.


One archway for the home I'm leaving behind,

Another for the latest transition to my new life,

And the last for the future I do not know.

A rainbow, a rainbow, a rainbow 

Three distant rainbows I have no proof of, oh well.

I need only to remember to ensure they don't fade away.
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