by Jim Blowers

Climbing climbing climbing
The air gets rarer
The air gets scarcer
The clouds get closer
The clouds get lower

Up the fog, up the yucca
To the tundra
Higher Higher than these
Stretch the bald Andes

At last the top

And what a sight.
Purple sky, red grass,
Neon green rivulets
cut through blue jungles
A pink moon shines above
And a Rainbow

Seven Colors
Not red not green not blue
Not orange not violet not yellow
Not indigo or even black or white
Strange colors not seen before
The colors of the unknown

From a glass of orangish green.