The Fairytale Summer Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Sun bathes the unicorn
And I write poems
And drink rum:
I write poems and
Drink wine—when I want to
Feel like a woman:
When I want to feel like a man,
I drink rum:
I go to school to teach children—
I go to the same school I graduated from—
Parsimonious echoes—
I don't know how you feel,
Under the same banners—under
The same flags—
So far away from the fronteras of
Arizona
And New Mexico—
Lighting the candle, the cat drags out
The wick—
Children sleep over, little brothers get sick:
And Jack leaps over the whole g%ddamned
Earth—
And Jill tumbles to the well,
Broken temples in the dirt—
All around them the day is another day
Older—and birthdays—muses evaporated
And muses metamorphosed—
Colleges like sand castles disappearing in
The waves—
Long poems, dreams that hibernating bears have—
Parks in California—
My wife in Shanghai, China—waiting for me
With all the hope in her heart—
Like a graveyard of beaten Ferris Wheels awaiting
The fairytale summer of their resurrections.