Rainbow Stranger

By Kaia Miller, TIWP Student

I want to get into my car
and drive until I find what I’m looking for,
but not without my rainbow stranger,
fleeing from the cold grasp of empty time,
curls flying in the wind,
his accent playing through the stereo,
me and my rainbow stranger
escaping time.

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