It always convinces:
at least one end of that rainbow
must land on solid ground.
The Kansas Girl wants to fly over it.
You could follow a leprechaun to one end
and recover a pot of gold,
although it might turn out
a discarded tinker’s pan.
Why not cross the Rainbow Bridge?
Why not pass under its arch?
It never disappoints,
at least one kind of illusion
must persist in memory.
A bluebird is as unlikely,
but you could find happiness in its song,
then discover a gift for love:
and so you might find out
the impossible yields to ‘can’.