Why I Run Away Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Houses grid by canals lined out in a peaceable world,
Ennui schvitzing, and I used to be a truant articulating on the
Swings of this
Inconsequential masterpiece: I suppose I thought I was
Beautiful, doing something to get rid of high school:
The birds who were there are immortal,
They follow me around- I can hear them outside of my trailer
Gossiping as they collect a beautifully loose woman’s
Clothes off the ground:
The traffic is immortal too, sending like nerves do up and down
I-95, running the beautiful appliance of Florida
Where high schools still grow, the training centers for off-white
Gardens,
The universities around her shoulders where Erin somehow still
Makes love,
Childless but well sated;
And we play out here, eyes like lousy diamonds- the natives have
Found someway to replace themselves with Mexicans and
South Americans, of which I saw very little in my high school:
The beauty of these brown skinned girls to which I have
Very little words for, the tongue of a gringo
Like the bathing suit of a grandmother; and I guess that is still
Why I run away.