As It Did To Me Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The hedges crawl up further around the stewardesses,
Like unruly rinds around their ankles,
While my parents were kicked out of your fruiteria today,
Alma- and tomorrow I might be without a job:
I might never even see you again, while I listen to the sleeping
Angels who pass carelessly above me like the purring of
Airplanes- they pass above me,
And today we jogged and ate together and played like instruments
In a stove:
Like golden instruments- like diamond instruments,
Like instruments who by themselves defeated the unjust kings and
Laid down to kiss and play and otherwise be by themselves
In the gardens which they sang- in an enamored melody which
I truly believe meant as much to you as it did to me.