In The Momenty Of Her Heart's Beating Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Anemones floating before my children’s eyes
As they awaken once again,
Flicking forwards,
Newly awakened zoetropes to the swiftly turning
Earth:
Pages in a book that is burning:
Ambulances sounding like cocks crowing
In the middle of a city’s brightest afternoon:
And they are almost lost in the immensity of sunlight—
Skyscrapers made of her scorching faces:
The multi-feminined god,
Changing like the butterflies taking off their clothes
In the forest:
Look at the traffics—reflections of yourself given
To the universe:
The sun in its basin: there bathes the earth:
Pictures of our muse from the habitats of
A thousand hemispheres.
And if I open up my mouth, my wife will all of a
Sudden know that I have been drinking—
But this is the amusements of the world that I am
Living—a moment’s flickering in a picture book,
A unicorn drinking from a mysterious
But commericialized fountain,
Her eyes blinking in the moment of her heart’s beating.