As I Dream Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I’m passing through my day on a blue bed sheet:
I can hear the birds and I’m directly underneath the
Flight plans for airplanes leaping across
Palm Beach:
The vegetation is resilient green cutlery but all the rest
Is a jungle in concrete:
And I dream of a girl so brown and so sweet:
That she torments me, so brown and so sweet,
Soft little fingers the spindles of drift wooding teak,
Eyes as dark and strong as the coffee of a
Sober dream,
While the cars move and the workmen tussle
Building up higher the hustle and bustle;
But it is only for her that I dream:
I dream for Alma as I dream.