Extremities Of Love Poem by Robert Rorabeck

If you saw me before baseball,
Would you hold my hand, and would you say that
We could now be
Friends, before all of this hibiscus, or the weathered
Ways home
Just for virgins toward their grandmothers:
As this is just as song,
Or a broken place: with its mouth filled with
Echoing and
Broken glass,
As the fireworks at first burned the grass
With their over expensive love that I was really fond
Of: but then the holiday was over with
And lost amidst the un glorified placed where
Most of us tend to live:
Like vampires, like werewolves, in those
Eternal carnivals that forever give and give-
As we take our place amidst the motions of the
Killers and their husbands- as the lotus’s
Stick around the palmettos of the yard: and the orange
Groves tend to go on forever,
And the beasts yawn in the sunlight towards their
Extremities of love.