Yesterday a rainbow seemed to end in my backyard.
The sun streaked colors across the sky –
And we could only watch from below.
A hill, trees whose branches grow thin and brittle with age.
No longer bear the fruit we ate on hot days when we
Climbed to see the ground.
You who keep my memory entwined
In your limbs, who reach to the sky.
You are the pallbearers of my youth.