metal arc, yellow uenuku

There once was a springtime when we saw a rainbow every day. I did not always believe it, and maybe he didn't either.

I know a girl who believes.

She is seven and lives in a house with seventeen cats, do I want one? We are riding a bus from Taupo, and she sings long songs.  She says the wind in the fields is a grass swimming pool, and after the downpour, when the sky turns yellow, she sees a very high 'uenuku'. That's rainbow in Pakeha, she teaches me.

Photo: In the yard, New Zealand

Text: The third paragraph is the beginning of a prose poem.

'Pakeha' is a word for New Zealanders who are not of Maori boodlines.