The prompt: write about Rainbows.
Rainbows are magical lights in the sky that fade away before you know it.
Dust is forever.
Dust has body, it has a story ,it has history.
Dust comforts and blankets ruin and decay, landing on it gently so as not to disturb it and not waking it from it’s forever dream filled sleep.
Rainbows are pretty and after giving you a few minutes of pleasure they take their prettiness away and leave you standing there in a wet field or sidewalk in front of a doorway where someone peed or did drugs a minute or two before you got there and you turn from the ugliness to the sky and cry: ” Look at that Rainbow! How magical, how beautiful, my soul has been touched.”
Dust is always with us, it follows us, it waits to claim us-you can touch it, if you want to.
I prefer the company of dust to the company of something that you adore for showing up some of the time to say, ” Look at me, look at me, aren’t I pretty?”