In The Rhyme Of A Pegasus Poem by Robert Rorabeck

In The Rhyme Of A Pegasus



Love in the rhyme of a Pegasus who flies as high
As airplanes over the school—
So high where girls can dream of him—
Girls here and
Girls there, and the beautiful animals in their heads
Or along their ways—
Until busses return to them in some kind of
Psychosomatic waltz back and forth
From fieldtrips to the sea—
They mean business with their eyes closed,
And each wave a leaping caracole of an intangible
Menagerie—
Images slipping until they are governed
And given their place at the table of eternity—
Glasses fill with crimson and heads with
Narcolepsy—
So young boys nod beside the road with the
Penny ante butterfly—
Waiting for the traffic of the continent to
Proceed in time—
Diaspora of illusions between the buxom cliffs—
Native accoutrements underneath the
Nativity—
Graveyards of the middle-class’s promenade,
Governing through the jurisdiction
Of their clandestine society—
While eyes of the virgin look up at the first
Time,
Like presents underneath the Christmas tree.

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