Raibow Over Easy
Through the backyard branches of the trees
Plucked clean by season and an instinct
Hiding inside the hardened wood,
I gain access to a changing net of color
Taken in from the patterns in the sky,
There is the clear blue of a cracked heaven,
Then the gray fit to resemble the scales
Of a reptilian ghost winding overhead,
Best of all is the sun in its setting and rising
To make the branches a frame to hold
A stained glass window coming in twice a day.
Ben Nardolilli
Ben Nardolilli is a twenty five year old writer currently living in Montclair, New Jersey. His work has appeared in the Houston Literary Review, Perigee Magazine, Red Fez, One Ghana One Voice, Caper Literary Journal, Quail Bell Magazine, Elimae, Poems Niederngasse, Gold Dust, Scythe, Anemone Sidecar, The Delmarva Review, Contemporary American Voices, the Eudaimonia Poetry Review, Gloom Cupboard, Shakespeare’s Monkey Revue, Black Words on White Paper, and Beltway Poetry Quarterly. In addition Ben maintains a blog at mirrorsponge.blogspot.com and is looking to publish his first novel.
