Their Weathers' Metamorphosis Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Feral children in motor home crumbled around the stony
Skirts of some treeless mountains,
And the sun coming down and making the noise of the infinite
Ruckus of lotuses and crickets:
And there is a zoo that I don’t know, but I saw an albino
Alligator a month ago
While I kissed Alma’s lips in the dark hutch, until it was
Time for us to go away,
Or swim: and school was over, and the sky looked so good
Diademed by the airplanes,
And the helicopters like bees, while the ponies and AWOL
Soldiers developed in the secret lines of the
Orchards overlooked by the green cannons of
Long ago:
And Alma has very favorite colors that she loves, and
Ways that she amuses herself by me:
And I go towards her everyday, while the storm fronts meet,
Kissing in the brevity of their weathers’ metamorphosis,
And yet always fearful of when they must turn away.