by Melody McGrath
Following a brief rain, your car will unintentionally deposit in an asphalt nest a perfectly shelled and shimmering egg of oil. It arcs a rainbow under your Toyota, a slight pocket of crude within a rim of color. You will marvel at its loveliness, remarking on its wild, murky abandon, feeling the grandeur of life in a handful of swirling blue. The sky dampens and repeats the downpour, and your lovely rainbow creature driven to frustration by an incessant drumming of rain breaks its shell and rolls away.