Plated Upon Another Day Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Palmettos panting in the frosty glade
Easter eggs lying where they were laid, and the sun
Going up and mollifying the earth like
A stone
The pantries being raided while the heroes are
Un home
And the bold earth is lying with the yard
The dogs are basking in the perfumes of the spirits
Acquainted with the tulips
It seems as if each four legged creature is in love,
And it is not hard to find them out
In the open
Believing that they are free to leap through the keyholes
Into their latchkey homes
While the sugar canes burn across the canal
And the lions wait yawning their yellows across the
Concrete, like eggs running waiting for their
Breakfast to be plated upon another day