Softly Impressed Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Then here I am softly impressed- when tomorrow I will
Get up and sell fireworks through the thundershowers:
I will keep on getting up and impressing from my
Little house,
While the cats make love- they bundle up next to the rabbits
And their hutches of forest fires:
It is just a little ways towards the canal from their
Bonfires: it just keeps getting undressed besides
The fairyland of the underground pools- and the little boys
Keep picking at their freckles: soon they will be
Homeless, out of doors and panhandling: soon I will drive
Beside them in my airconditioning- and what will I give
Them to take back to their bed of trash and homosexual
Love making- because they are so proud,
They are even beneath the Mexicans from their cousins
Pueblos: and I love them while looking inside
My mirrors. Getting up tomorrow, I will drive alongside
Their shoulder, and give them quarters and give
Them dimes with the effigies of presidents- knowing that
I drive away down to Miami and again away from her-
That the road has always been theirs,
And they will travel it up to kiss her, and she will also
Be theirs even though she swears that she is still her
Husband’s: I know that they know that she will always be
Theirs.