Down At The Bottom Poem by GORDON GILHULY

picture this
her face knotted in pain
standing in the open garage door.

we never get the life we pray for.
have you noticed that rainbows are really optical illusions?

it is not a big yellow taxi
that takes him away
rather a big white truck into which he has loaded
the rag-tag pieces of her happiness
and the second-best china.

down at the bottom of the springtime garden
a young rabbit finds the rat poison which she has laid out