fonnally requesting a rainbow. Granted.
The creaking and excusing back to work.
A valuable man was lost in it.
That was in the paper, with the picture.
All the Northern correspondents went
reading to the telephones, all cold,
which brought the dry onlookers from the South,
gaspers, whistlers, an ambassador
and leading lights to mingle with the hurt.
The clouds were diplomats of the same kind,
edging over to exonerate
and praise. And then the royal son arrived,
helicoptered down on a flat field,
glancing up at the sky through the whuz of blades,
attending to the worried with a joke.
Hell, [ don't know what - we were all cold.
The landscape looked an archipelago.
The Dimdens finally twigged, the Greens were found
beating the Blooms at rummy, in a cave.
All were interviewed and had lost all.
All saluted when the helicopter rose.
Only some came up the knoll with us
to check our options. Only two of those
saw, as [ did, Noah's tiny boat
scarcely moving on the edge of sight
below the line, and only I'd admit
the crow and the scarecrow were rowing it.
