The Same Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Yes,
All my teepees are upside down
Trying to supplant flowers somewhere unchallenged
Northward through the sky,
Christmas trees and tennenbaums we go selling,
Selling like Norsemen,
Like aphrodisiacs without any children’
While the rivers bleed their births through the snow,
And the tourists come and touch down,
Like, like well you know:
I really, really love you and Florida has won the game,
And I want to live in a big,
Big house, and I know you want the same;
And I want your lips,
And the crèches of all your senses, like wild
Grapes scattered to the winds and all the wild fences,
And I know you want the same,
The same,
And I know,
I know
Your name.