But One Fortunate Day Poem by Robert Rorabeck

All of the joy of the athenaeums cut from the field
And made to enjoy the holidays of dinner tables
And left for awhile as the forest fire burned and all of
The animals had to run away just to be safe:
Except for one ever so lucky and unworldly unfortunate
Key deer who slipped through the keyhole and
Right into her bosom just as she was about to make love
Again to the man sized and radio active centipede
Who held an entire pinball arcade in the exercises of his
Mandibles: well, anyway, the poor little thing distracted
Her and they made love- and it was the most fortunate of
Unfortunate loves, and he took her away with him for
The day underneath the airplanes and the burning sugar cane:
Took her to the dog tracks and the race tracks
And they placed their bets on so many- oh so many
Four legged things who all seemed to run away only to
Come rushing back to them, the way the surf moves
In the sea, giving hickies to the sandcastles who only
Unfortunately live to enjoy but one fortunate day.