In Mermaids Anymore Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Tricks of racehorses lying in bed with my
Wife—waiting to go to school again
Tomorrow—
So many sorry archangels—the stained glass
That all night looks down into emptied
Carports and now the wreck of mountains—
The fox is in the chicken coop—
The shooting stars are anywhere—
And there is someone to love other than me—
Boys who get their hearts lost in
The waves—
Tattoos that say that they could be anyone all over
Their chests—
And the night starts out in a tent of
Bright surrender—the night blooming jasmine
Come to the old men who no longer
Believe in mermaids anymore but
Who are still in love.