Small children find a puddle on the pier.
“Come, look! There’s a rainbow!”
I look up, but clouds coat the horizon.
A small boy sits near a puddle,
And I know the rainbow he sees,
The soft colored sheen of what the cars have left behind on the sidewalk.
I realize he has the depth of this city measured,
Better than I do,
Than my lithology and my chemistry can tell me.
I should look through his eyes more often.