The Stolen Lights Of Their Pools Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Telling nothing truly horrible to the
School girls, as the snakes curl around the warm wheels of
School buses-
And I sit in between the warming grasses, hidden by the
Parking lot,
And read that she truly loves him- as the light dies through
The blinds of the bleachers,
And the housewives who also used to be school
Girls drive home to different husbands-
In their yards where the days have been, unobserved:
Where truants have lighted off firecrackers, where burnt
Paper and wishes have blown,
Where ants have taken the drool and excrements of doves
Down to feed and decorate their queen:
They go home, jewels in their bellies, dishes in their kitchens,
While I sit outside the stolen lights of their pools,
Having read that she does truly love him,
Evidenced as she goes home to him, as she does.