To My Inlaw the Outlaw
"I recognized the rainbow
in the night when
you were waiting for
the sun to rise on the
dark side of the moon.
When I was a kid, the sun
would melt the pavement
on the way to school,
hot, shifting colors on
the slickened road.
And today the black pools
in the swamp said the
same thing: forbidden joy.
Morning is in the eyes
of your children and
the tiny roots are moving
into the soil.
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