Jake's Flea Market

when the air in the jungles of generic
africa was like water

the spirit of something that wanted
a language to tell itself
something

wanted 
the invention of an instrument to write
what it wanted to tell itself so it wouldn’t
forget

got
down on hands and knees at the edge
of the air that flowed in a creek and inhaled
a drink that filled
the glass tumbler of its body

and the spirit was a thimble of red
at the bottom of the glass and the air
in the glass became
a shade of pink that became
invisible when the air was exhaled
in a last and dying breath
back into the stream

but the pink 
was in the air and it was watered
down to invisible

and it was in the air and it mixed
with air that’d been
inhaled into a glass with a thimble
of blue in it and the blued air had been
exhaled

back into the stream watered
down to invisible where it mixed
with air that’d been
inhaled into a glass with a thimble
of green in it
and exhaled

into air that’d been
inhaled into a glass with a thimble of yellow and hey

look
there’s a rainbow