Watermelon And Fried Chicken Poem by Robert Rorabeck

We'll go into the day's lesson as the hummingbirds
Drink their fill, just like the cheerleaders from the
Water fountains from the blocks of our high school—
The airplanes will leap the everglades
And the echinopsis will bloom in the cypress trees:
A unicorn will lay in a bed that was made by
Alligators swearing to the pit of her—
They will tell of her in the books in which they keep for
Tomorrow, and swing up to her from her censures—
And the apricots will entwine with the poison ivy—
And the congregation will sing in their pitiless senses of
His infinite glory—my mother kneeling in the
Carport—my father coming home with armpits filled
With watermelon and fried chicken.