Sweeter Than The Orchards Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Unicorn, you are not in my heart,
Because I’ve fallen across the canal and away from here-
Where will I end up,
Since I am not a wish in your well,
And the thunderbirds have lavished my throat but
Not taught me how to sing-
And I wake up to the spectacle of a pretty world
Where the foxes and
The housewives go leaping- all of the pretty sort,
Given to words by themselves-
And if you study through the night, it is nothing for
My knowledge- for the prettiest bridge is made
Of your shoulders,
And your skin is an apiary sweeter than the orchards
Of the stars.