Cartoons In The Afternoon Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Tortoise of the skies and butterflies:
Waking up upon an airplane
While looking at her in the mirror:
Another way of
Remembering her unforsaken architectures
While all of the knights I know flow
Into her—like toads serenading in her busied carports—
And then they are dancing in a place
Of unsold monsoons:
This is how it tends to be—after high school,
Walking past the mounds of ants and the dens of
Ant lions—
As my sisters and I watch cartoons in the
Afternoon.