Every now and then for us refugees
They lower another rainbow bridge
The angels who work for a living
So we may bundle up our sins
And hurry across before it melts
Often we only see it from a distance
And wonder-filled are strangely
Grateful to stop and stare
As if at the birth of the colors
Those hard laborers of light
Drifting in their little boats
Just to know they're there
Still lowering their nets
To catch our night
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