There’s a rainbow
stretches from here
to someplace else.

Pot of gold
at that end.

Here there’s nothing
but oil refineries
gray weedy streets
a gritty wind
one aching rainbow.

Here the air’s
tainted with light
and one can’t
speak for crying
and the rainbow’s
not going anywhere.

Image: detail of Rainbow over refinery by Flickr user CameliaTWU, published under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 2.0 Generic (CC BY-NC-SA 2.0) license.