My small talking snail
There is a small talking snail
On my porch
With things to say
About rainbows and sails
And how the many colors in the sky
Are not new
Says snail, they are smiling souls
Of children gone but whole
In a place and time
Anew
And hope and regret
Are what fisherman let
Go into the sky’s deep blue
And what our inner knows
Is the wind’s whispering blows
Our soul’s substance
Singing through the rainbow’s hues.
— Neil Frederick, Nashville
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