The Female Latchkeys Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The deer make love to their roads in the
Golden keys, while girls just as gold touch themselves
To the waves
In golden chains, swinging, saying spells to the moon:
The lavender behind them of stolen cars
Blooming in the night- the caravans of tourists snoring
Like bears in their motor lodges propped up by
The coral of unrequited loves- dreaming of the
Pledge of allegiance, bare-naked as fruit on the vine-
A coral snake in the box of air-conditioning,
Licking her eggy young like princes soon to metamorphosis,
As fountains touch the ankles of fairies underneath the
Palmettos- tears and water sweating,
Stewardesses evaporating along their various ways- and,
Again the female latchkeys out in the surf,
French-kissing waves and collecting battalions of seahorses
In their runaway skirts.