I like to think of these scenarios
in which a rainbow would be formed
from evaporated war.
It isn't that we're not loveable
nor capable of love.
It isn't that we're not worthy.
My cat sometimes lashes out,
but mostly he curls up
purring at the foot of my bed.
So many vacant eyes
are reading the feed,
scrolling the chyron:
irony that crushes
laughing eyelashes
which no longer blink.
Don't dry your eyes.
Let the tears rain down
& mingle together in a raging river.
The waters are already rising.