I often walk under this particular overpass
of steel beams where the train rides above
and there's a mural and shadows and pigeons
so I know the stickers and the graffiti well
I had seen the black marker
that said FREE GAZA
and weeks later I saw
where someone wrote it
FROM HAMAS
This particular morning
I saw a Streets and Sanitation worker
with a power wash water sprayer
spraying water at such a high force
that the graffiti and stickers were
going to be removed
the spray from the water gun
dispersed into the air
making a rainbow
in the sunlight
on a Monday morning
Removal by force
is ironic here
Isn't there a better way
like writing in--
FREE GAZA
FROM HAMAS
AND THEN FROM PAIN
--or something.
The rainbow told a story
I wanted to capture it in this poem
and not on my phone.
As I write I don't know
who the rainbow was for.
