At the bottom
of the rainbow,
there is a peach
world and a drone
taking pictures
for us, know-
nothings who
salivate over
metal, sending
one precious
to look for
more precious.
A pot of gold
has no juice,
which I can
love, no doubt.
Forgive me
my pining, my
graces punctual,
as I hope and
I pray that
at the bottom
of this compact
disc, there is
a beautiful
woman with
a pit in her hand,
no lair about it,
no gold in this
glamour, and
it’s years ago
again when
I’m there,
on peach Earth,
asking her
to prom.
Compact Disc
by Jen Frantz
