The Wishes Of Lucky Change Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Wounded in glorious battle on the cheek
Like a star fruit in some anonymous class in the middle
Of a round robin high school-
Failing gym, and slipping from the trapeze of her eyes,
Remembering her there in the yard where the cenotaphs
Breathe,
Like petrified men embattled in the summer landscaping,
The busses turning around and taking away behind them
A youth they will never see again-
As youngish lovers sweat like blue jays in the afternoons
In their beds,
Collecting there in the sports of a wishing well,
The wishes of lucky change metamorphosed into goldfish.