Was An Echo Of A Daydream Poem by Robert Rorabeck

In a classroom of echoes
How can we go on fieldtrips where billboards and
Rainstorms fade over wherever it was
In the places where
I remember you—Looking up from the ceiling fans
In the bedrooms you shared with you
Unlucky husband:
As I cradled you from the parapets and made love to you
As the purpled and marmaladed butterflies past:
As I taught another day from the water fountain
Trying to control myself as all of the prettiest girls past—
And in all of the day—and in all of the classroom
There was an echo of a daydream
That meant nothing to her anyway.