SONOROUS SUN

Who carried up the cans of brilliant paint, how the height of the arch was scaled, and how the curve was matched exactly, all remain a mystery. In forty-odd years it has been repainted from time to time.

One day in the quiet shadow of a still afternoon, somewhere between a mirage and haze, it was either defiled or decorated. Graffiti? Depends on what you'd say about the original rainbow. The course of lightning lives on in a tree. Bark grows around it.

At the highest point now, both ends of the tunnel are stenciled with black shipping labels:

TRIVIA, on the West end

TRUTH, on the East end

No matter where your trip starts, sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander.

My little joke.