Our Mutually Fresh Water Wells Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Airplanes, you are turgid but horny:
You fly low stretching your wings and pretending to yawn
Just to see who has arrived:
And the baseball diamond gets all cuckoo, as upon her bases
The fireworks whistle:
The bicycles rest in the grass, snoozing, while the Ferris
Wheels turn doing away with our troubles;
And maybe we would have made love if we didn’t both live
In mobile homes;
It is true that I do not know the way your body feels when
It moves;
But it is as perfect as the perfect wheels, and your eyes
Are as deep and real as wishes waiting
For words from my throat to answer them from our mutually
Fresh water wells.