In Those Intoxicating Skies Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Taking advantages to this flower:
Lost in an Ozark off a pace from the trailer park,
Musing to the untalented halls of everyone else
Who exists here:
There will be school tomorrow and rain
And sunshine.
And lessons to be learned, and colors to be
Colored in the lines:
But her eyes will always be there, with her bosom,
Aureoled,
With her brown shoulders like a vessel in a hidden
Forest:
She will remain for the brevity of vagabonding
Amusement parks,
Until her lights are all done with,
And crippled, giving their carnival shadows to the
Illuminations of midgets,
And the rivers continue somewhere sideways from
The baseball diamonds- continue,
As the pilots look down, and the stewardesses
Remember their childhoods,
As they dance the night forever in those intoxicating skies.