City Park

The sun was out,
The air was cold and bright.
Neat black clouds sat on the fringes.
Mud seeped over our shoes.
And burnt out fireworks sat in the grass.
Rain began to fall but the sun still shone.
There were two rainbows.
One pale the other strong.
We played in the kids park, laughing until we cried.
On the way home.
We saw the end of the rainbow.
It bowed over the rooves and bent down to a tree.
It was the end of the rainbow.
We thought it impossible.
But there it was the very end of a real rainbow.

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