Come quick, said the math teacher,
grabbing me and my daughter by the hand
and rushing us past the school’s edifice
where he pointed east at rainbow
made of ice crystals hung in the air—
an ice rainbow! he exclaimed—
and we applauded with our eyes
until all three of us ran back into the shadows
to pull others to street corner,
sharing in the thrill that we did not
arrive too early, too late,
our breath coming out in misty curls,
silent, visible prayers.