At the end of the rainbow

Annette Marie Hyder

The rain streams in jewels down the window
clinks its coins on the street.

I turn away from its showy display of wealth
to trace the path of space between us.
My eyes mark the rainbow curve
that arcs from me and ends at you.

Are you the pot of gold at the rainbow’s end?
I’m Irish enough to reach for you.

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