For Night To Fall Poem by Robert Rorabeck

We’re going to have a good time,
Even though all of Spain goes missing,
We can go to the drive in movie
Theatre in Lakeworth ever night:
And experiment on her jawbone:
This just because of where I love in the
Country that is America:
Coming from Shanghai, you will be my
Wife, and maybe my muse—
I will not tell you of the other muses come
Before this:
We can spend time together near the sea,
Beneath the red and yellow helicopters
Up above in their bright estuaries—
Or this is just a plot meant to dissemble beneath
The stars, or I can touch your knee,
And recall how we made love in bed together,
As nature echoed, and the housewives
Called to one another,
Like elk bugling in the forest—plundering their
Rich stanzas above the earth,
Dressed in the slips of their ethereal nature,
And waiting for night to fall.