To Understand Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Old professors having committed suicide
Somewhere outside the all night bars upstate
In the bonfires of state colleges
Her cadavers still perfume—
Luxuriant aphorisms for the things
That have never been found—
Lost boys like scattered coins along the road,
Just the foreknowledge of the expressions of
Thoughts.

My wife loves our son and sits with him for
Awhile,
Reading him books he doesn’t care to understand.