The Arboreal Bedrooms Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Vines being weighed down by the overabundant
Lips of foxes-
While beautiful girls water-skied on the lake- their
Hearts filled with the lectures of love stricken
Professors,
And a change in the air reciprocated by their perfume:
Airplanes taking off,
As if to find new cities: airplanes like bees pouncing on
Flowers,
And other words that change clothes until they
Find themselves in the springtime of their marriages:
And feel so lighthearted like little boys
Runaway from school
Into the arboreal bedrooms of a sorority of every changing
Maidens-
Who leave their strange kisses on the opal bodies
Of sunlit trees: only to dance away again,
Flying over canals like paper airplanes:
Becoming the smoke of sugar cane spreading into a
Verdant thunderstorm
That steals away a wonderful innocence and never has to
Return home again.