Like Wishes That Disapear Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Warm song in the throat of a frog
Daydream of metamorphosis—why then—
Why then why
What will you turn into next to the carport in
The open storm—
What will you have to say for your self
While the cops are robbers—
And nothing is left
That doesn't have to mend—
Minnows in the crick
And lizards on the sidewalk—
And nothing else besides the rest of it—
But airplanes taking off
Above the forever exploding blue palms—
Like wishes that disappear with daylight
Which once thought of themselves as
Never having to end.