Over The Movie Theatres Like A Gentleman Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Arrowheads that sweat and dream
In castanets of valleys
Know of the way that I think of you,
Driving underneath the
Clouds from ghost town to ghost town—
Stopping down by the river where the maples
Drink
And the lilacs, whatever color they are,
Coming with the morning’s pornographies—
Each daylight a pressing lip waiting to
Be seized—
As you bend back and forth, shopping or
Going to school—
And the weather pulls in over the movie theatres
Like a gentleman, who is up to no good,
Watching you.