To My Inlaw The Outlaw Poem by Nancy Ames

'I recognized the rainbow in the night
when you were waiting for the sun to
rise on the dark side of the moon.

When I was a kid, the sun would melt
the pavement on the way to school - I
remember the hot, shifting colours on
the slickened road.

And today the black pools in the swamp
said the very same thing - forbidden joy.

Morning is in the eyes of your children
and the tiny roots are moving into the
soil.'