703 East Pike Street
June 30, 1996
After the Gay Pride Parade
I ponder volunteer opportunities
through the Chicken Soup Brigade,
and wonder when my sunburn will start to hurt.
I think it's sunny
because God wants us to see the rainbows,
catch the chocolates, condoms, and necklaces
thrown by participants in leather.
Sun makes a statement when it's pushing through clouds.
Sometimes the strength lays unnoticed, sometimes insulted,
but it always ends in a rainbow.
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