When The Rainbow Flows Around Me Poem by Kay Bressner

By the lobby windows, seated
woman holds her head, weary.

Onto round tabletop then
she empties a packet of M&M's
intent on arranging them.


I can't quite see her strategy

Could be art; has she made a face?
is she forming letters, boyfriend's name?

Do the colors contain personal meaning?
never mind, now she's eating

The candies, one by one, slowly;
I am quite unlike her though

Too, I'm sitting alone
at similar table near same windows

And, with M&M abundance;
still, however, mine are peanut.