Underneath An Overpass Poem by Robert Rorabeck

And very soon there will be other women:
Hourglass women
Up in their romantic trees taking solace with baboons:
And zeppelins like barrettes in their hair
Off to the side of long wandering parks- and her eyes
Underneath the moon like Siamese twins
On trapeze or bicycles:
It will be a beautiful sight even if it does inevitably
Become entirely undone:
As I kissed her mouth like an open wound across
The dune falling into the
Amusements of the sea- and later, sobered,
We slept together underneath an overpass for all of
That night- and I held her close, but she always felt
So very far away from me.