Like Pebbles Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Liquorless words there melting in the
Sky,
Down the same old avenue of childhood:
Words that evaporated
From angels- like the sweat of ice-cream,
While the school buses turned around, and around
As the days grew fat
And in disbelief: and I had to look up into your
Eyes again,
Puzzled, affixed: there was joy in the freckles of
The trees;
And cops, and robbers, and fire engines that got up
And swam
Or went to school- my muse was there in the clouds,
Abstinent
The dry county of her shoulder blades spreading
Across the sky,
The airplanes kissing her like pebbles thrown in a laky
Heavens.