In Her Little Heart Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Some cattle bonfires for luck
Whilst my father drives a truck full of golden fireworks:
He is going somewhere over the heavens
To look for work—
Underneath him, archangels are in the forests of
The heavens—
They are telling stories of the times they remembered
Eve trying to poke out the stars
And picking strawberries.
At their footsteps, the schools of men are wild—
Teachers get fired,
And butterflies tangle into balls outside of school—
Antennae lactating and kissing the stamen
Of the wildflowers who bloom in the armpits
Of the neighborhoods and the cemeteries out of
School—
And I feel inspired by these things,
As my life drives away in her little heart.