With its generalities of clouds
And the sun breaking through sense
This sun is so specific
I was startled to find
A rainbow on my pillow
A remnant yes but not
Of a dream yet which
Is the realer thing
I lay very still
Watching its slow dying
Returning to its native world
And deeper in my bed I curled
Reassured but uncertain of what
Had just occurred
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