If I Once Lived There Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Wind like Mexican tigers suddenly upspring,
Making me pause from where I’d been forlornly touching
These things;
And the pool is right beside me like a faithful dog,
The pool whose friends are gone off to college, who cannot
Quite his day job;
And I sing to the empty waters, into the false blindness of
Lost friends,
And the sunlight skips on the waters, seeming to winnow it,
Searching for a lost purse, or probably more so for her:
How she used to come out and change her colors from his
Flesh,
By laying down in the back of a neighborhood who has all
Gotten up to the traffic of musical chairs and changed its
Positions so much it is impossible to say if I once lived
There anymore.