The Naked Damsels Of Flowers Poem by Robert Rorabeck

In those elements drooling from you
Mouth divide as you take school busses home
To the busy housewives:
You are fables anyways- silent lessons with
Porcelain legs traveling the votive canals
Alone:
Above your heads, those gods evaporated silently
From the world that once was theirs-
They seem to be creeping forwards from longevity,
And singing through the creeping vines
Covering the ice-cream cones and the skeletons:
And it was a long and perplexing dough eyed
Fable that happened whistling gapped
Toothed in the park, and periwinkle-
And you sat there all alone on a swing, and swore,
Thinking of me- while the apples held to their
Boughs- and the sun shone down the naked
Damsels of flowers,
And I knew there was really nothing on your mind.