His Unsure Rainbows

by Regis Boff

His eyeblink shakes a tear into the open bazaar of embarrassed rainbows
This unsure man allowing his cut out feelings to run down the smooth slopes of color and abandoned pride
Letting the last ledge of the steps he is falling down and this woman decide it all.
The stairs daddy said to “Be careful on” for
“At the bottom you will find you are not a man”
So he cries into her hands
Onto the palms that have held his own child shedding weepings
Now cradle this man’s pride and his
unsure rainbows.