“The End of the Rainbow”
by Bill Ward
1999
Driving along the freeway:
Late morning commute.
Grey sky above,
Wet road below,
Hands tightly grip the wheel.
Ahead, a break in the clouds.
Rain is lessening.
The sun shines its searchlight down
Sending my melancholy running away
To dark recesses
Where it lives
Like rats in the basement
When the light switch is flipped.
A band of color reaches down
Out of the clouds
To bless this highway
A car in the slow lane
Shines in many hues
The end of the rainbow is passing
Him carefully on the left
Scattering gold coins in its wake.
© 1999 William R. Ward
All Rights Reserved
December 6, 1999
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