Plagiarism And Sunlight And Stars Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Eon is your number as it flies over a wing of a hummingbird that remains
In her bedrooms:
After all of the heavens come alight with gasoline spilled over the fireworks:
And their wombs are alighted by all of
That pretty stuff, until all of the cars park and are enamored
And so make love:
And the sea gives a wave, as if saying goodbye to ancestors or
Lovers,
And she says it's okay to strike a match off of her—and then she is
Going—going: yes, she is a pretty bird,
And then she is all thumbs,
And we cannot despise her—she is a rhythm in the thoraxes of the
Trees,
And then she is almost married,
And then she says the pledges of allegiance, and then
The phone rings—
And I touch our lips underneath some Christmas of some mountain—
With the snow coming down,
And our dogs are kissing foxes—and the rest of it is
Plagiarism and sunlight and stars….