Of The Canal Poem by Robert Rorabeck

A bloom of clouds across
A cord of rattlesnake- where I was
As a little boy-
Growing up into an absent profession-
The flesh scarred,
The foxes captured by hounds,
And the housewives lost from the water fountains
Of high school,
All found in the diamond mines of
Their pools- as my mother leaves the hospital,
As the dragon makes love to a
Carport of the sky-
The evaporated daydreams exfoliated
Off the afternoons after school-
Entire trunks of locusts lurking in the grasses
And ready to make love,
While I look for your eyes,
As the alligators eat the blue gills, and the prettiest
Metamorphosis escapes to the other side
Of the canal.