Underneath The Mountains Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Gross circuits of a Pegasus—bloom in blue
Oasis—across the tendrils of
Bamboo where a university used to live and seize up—
But the rockets burned away to other planets
And even moons
Perhaps of ice-locked oceans—and roller-rinks—
The prettiest jasmine bloomed in the unapologetic moonlight
Trying to figure itself out—
The artisans continuing evangelically unapologetic—
High stepping through the monsoons through the
Jungles of the prettiest wildflowers overflowing the
Highest basins—
As she stepped out of the shower and then the boudoir
Of her room—and went to school—
Vipered with perfume—and translated for a thousand
Years the queer abbreviations
Telegraphed from the constellations in the amusements
Parks that just so happened over the
Wisped heads of the truants and the latch keyed hooligans—
Reminisces in the strange romances,
Runaways crying in the bathrooms illuminating
Underneath the mountains
Underneath the stars.