Rainbow Effect Poem by Taylor Graham

On the Scott St. overpass, on the east-
side parapet, a rainbow touches down

on the woman walking in her thrift-
store dress and streaming hair. There

she stands at the pot-of-gold end
of the rainbow. I wonder if her shoes

are suddenly so heavy with coins,
she’ll have to lay her parcels down

on wet pavement and pour gold
into her grocery bags. I wonder

if she knows she’s wearing a rainbow,
her gray dress washed with it,

her drenched hair flashing rosy
amber. But I expect she’s too close

to feel the colors on her skin.