The Weathers Of Better Things Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I want to love you in the silence of a bus
Broken down behind the school yard,
And kidnap you and take you back there into
The burned down
Memories of my youth- as a companion for
My truancy:
I want you to have the same scars that
I have, anytime:
And I want to steal fireworks with you, and go out
With you in the madness of the latest darkness
Over the suburbia abandoned by all of your
Sisters
Running, translucent ribbonned on up to their
Universities:
And I want to lie there in the oil slicks with
The alligators grinning,
On our backs admiring the jewelry of airplanes
And other things I cannot find without you-
Even though you don’t live there anymore:
For the daylight has eaten you with all of your
Fine sisters,
And made evaporations of your confections, leaving
The schoolyard to dance without you-
And hoping for the weathers of better things.