Like Angels That Evaporated From Sun Showers Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Every night is an echo and it
Goes like this:
Who have you been making love to:
Who have you been making love to:
Now slumber,
And hush- and dream next to the black stove
While the fire is just an infant
The rains will smother,
While the bees and the butterflies make love
To the adulterous flowers,
And under the first brisk match the baseball games
Will pick up,
And summer will start with its lawnmowers
And jeweled dragonflies-
And we will remember together kissing her lips
At the zoo,
Like feeding a lonely animal reaching through
The narrowness
That keeps it there, like beautiful women in their
Bedrooms,
Like angels that evaporate from sun showers.