The Pennies Of Wishes Poem by Robert Rorabeck

This is how you feel alone,
With the cadmium rays of your classroom
Washing over you,
And the American flag hanging there as if she
Was drinking from a dried up aqueduct
The horses have migrated far away from,
Knowing that they don’t belong there
Anymore:
And the teachers move without space suits:
They look at you with the cantina eyes of too
Many lunches there.
Their jockeys have joined the stewardesses
Of the state fairs,
And they are leaping with them over green
Orchards,
And down the old southern ways, and angels
As chartreuse as butterflies hang around,
Reading over their shoulders,
As the goldfish wait for the pennies of
Wishes to fall all over them.