Only An Uncomely Ribbon Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Highway, your motion is adulterous and
Mathematic,
Though the sea can defeat you:
Highway, you are male, and the sea is female,
But she doesn’t love you;
It is not you she is always trying to get to,
But the orchards and Shetland ponies,
And even the more illusive things I couldn’t
See:
We put bonfires in her because she doesn’t
Care:
She doesn’t even seem to notice or mind,
And we hide our weapons in her,
Our swords, and she just laughs
And leaps against our coquina forts, and salts
The pretty flowers of prickly cactus:
Highway, the sea is from another country far
Far away,
But now it seems to be that she is moving
And becoming so many sisters all jubilant and fleeting
Before your front door, highway;
You can go to work, but she just remains repeating
In the bridal showers of vast and un vanquish able
Staid;
And the birds go forever diving into her, trouting
And knocking on the terrapin; you know, highway,
It is because we love her,
And you are only an uncomely ribbon she doesn’t
Even have to worry to misplace.