by D.T. Robbins Rita Candeias Many of them, at first. Everywhere. At any moment, springing from the ether, crashing to the soil. Multicolored circular miracles beaming across the sky. Holy spectrums of light. Promises fulfilled, forever and ever. Amen. The rainbows gathered to celebrate themselves, their goodness. They knew no shame, no trouble. We are the healing sufficient unto ourselves, they said. It’s a rainbow, children pointed, told their parents. How beautiful, the pa