Summer Full Of Ferris Wheels Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Empty baskets filling with sunlight,
Like girls enjoying the secrets of an uncompromising love—
The flowers laying with the hummingbirds in the
Tin estuaries of a high school's drinking fountains—
Hours of a day spilling with adolescent bodies in shadowless
Rooms: here, I know where I've found you,
Finding you so many times, where eyes hardly meet,
Where wild animals do not exist—
Courts of stallions while she lays dreaming upon her desk,
And what desires she has in her
Dancing alive outside of these pantomimes—
She doesn't belong in a cage, but she is here—
And the sun rolls upon us equally, a summer full of
Ferris Wheels.