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Tiny Rainbows
by Amanda ConlogueI hear the road
Hiss, alive
An obsidian snake
In rain and passing cars,
Spinning tires
Spit up shallow pools
Spraying unsuspecting lawns,
The humidity is still here
Oppressive, unchanging
And tomorrow
The neighbors will be out,
Unaware
Of danger and midnight serpents,
Grooming their ultra-green lawns
Watching tiny rainbows
Appear in the sprinklersÂ’ mists.
04/24/1999 Posted on 01/27/2003
Copyright © 2024 Amanda Conlogue
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Martini Koy on 02/15/03 at 10:02 AM thank you for making this poem. i have a certain fascination to those little rainbows. i still use my little hand held 99 cent plastic pump sprayer against the sun and make those little rainbows. i like this poem. kudos... |
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