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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