Rainbow Lady
RAINBOW LADY
(Life begins at forty... Walter B. Pitkin)
Yes, if you believe in miracles.
If you take lows for pinnacles.
I will turn the page tomorrow,
sign a fresh lease come what may,
forty windblown years behind me,
a few more to come my way.
I will get on by tomorrow,
forty streams still frothing wet,
plenty tadpoles floating useless,
plenty eggs all turning bad.
I’ll become a rainbow lady:
blue for the moods, violet etches
the geography of stressed feet,
yellow for the callouses, the jaundice
and the sallowness of teeth. Orangy
red for the flashes, hot like lamps,
opening like fireworks; indigo for the
makeshift love in between cramps.
Half a truth today, hope to live by
intended as the smile before the sigh.
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