Loose Change In The Sky Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Pretty song of the nubile wave
Going home again over
The oil rigs:
What passion is in the empty moon-
It goes so far across the
Heavens
And nothing has to sink, in the life
That is so long,
Hallucination over the trailer parks:
As it takes all of the Ferris
Wheels away,
And a long apple field of emotion
That disappears in the
Topiary of empty birdbaths-
And I have to sing like this,
Wino underneath the overpasses-
Because it is my art:
And I sing as I die, as the stars
Scatter like loose change into the sky.