Their Long Shows Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Traffic burning like arrows, like runways for airplanes;
And touching down, maybe congratulating, and going to sleep:
And I still have a bag of fireworks,
And visions of her leggy body stepping both forwards and backwards
Through the sharp mouthed allow that has reasons to suppose
Underneath the rhymes her bodies has no reason to give:
It does, and I skip school and watch someone else’s older sister undress
To let her body press like an extraordinary creature in the backyard
Sun:
And it is all undone: the bicycles move, and science is explored;
And another politician is voted for, while she unnoticed for a second moves
Away, and not just across the street,
But entire states of street and finds mean love in the snow, collecting fishing
Hooks,
Perhaps finding reason too in the luminescent curves of other carnivals
And their long shows, to be in love with another man.