For More Important Things Poem by Robert Rorabeck

There are no more wells here- in this fair
City, worth looking down to, though you can cast your
Loose change and wishes
Into many of the fountains that I have sat next to
In the faux paradise,
Watching Alma kissing her daughter, remembering old
Loves that I have also had,
Mentioning apple orchards because they are worth
Mentioning in times like these-
Trying to win her goldfish, even speckled, even though
The fair is gone,
And the lions have done their roaring- they now
Paw at the loose armor of katydids; the fireworks have
All returned to ash,
And the tourists are busily dining- and soon you will
Return to your dreams as well,
As the clouds are puffed into the stars by the wishful sea,
And the wishes that little girls now
Soon disappear, as they leave their bicycles for cars,
And keep pressing their bodies to the coins
Tossed for more important things.