Temporarium

I saw you at the library.
But someone was talking to me,
And you were talking to someone.
Churches, hotels, toy stores, bridges,

These can all be, have been, haunted.
The temporary, endless falls
That reappear and vanish from
Rainy Uluru and Zion

Also shape ghosts of what happened,
The thundering and the rainbows
That didn't last, that did come back,
Again and again, difference.

Churches, hotels, toy stores, bridges--
Every box and arch will vanish,
Along with the stories they held.
That library was a rainbow.