After the rain

in Bern, the rainbow
spans concrete and iron and smells
of gipfeli and honey.

Der Alpenzug¹ pierces
crimson!
Oh!...shimmering dome,
this diaphanous bridge
in a canvas of grey.

¹Alpine train

Orchid

leaves yellow

memories

of

childhood grinning

at passing steps.

Making things findable.

My name is Elisa Pasquali.

There. That should make Google happy.