It's Friday again - I have been morose all week
work - frustrating as usual
not been home for a fortnight
a bad flu that just refuses to lie down and die
miserable winter showers
malfunctioning radiators
terrible traffic and road rage
I crawl up the M6 which does
an annoying impersonation of a parking lot
and as I self righteously tick off the injustices
the world has forced upon me this week
I decide to change lanes
so I indicate right and toss
a perfunctionary glance at my wing mirror
...
and there it is - in all it's splendour
promising a pot of Irish gold
imprinting it's celestial image on it's human namesake
ironing out my worry wrinkles
bringing a surprised smile to my face
my share of elemental magic
right there in my wing mirror
a rainbow
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